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A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...



IF I WERE KING.








If I were king, my pipe should be premier.
The skies of time and chance are seldom clear,
We would inform them all, with bland blue weather.
Delight alone would need to shed a tear,
For dream and deed should war no more together.

Art should aspire, yet ugliness be dear;
Beauty, the shaft, should speed with wit for feather;
And love, sweet love, should never fall to sere,
If I were king.

But politics should find no harbour near;
The Philistine should fear to slip his tether;
Tobacco should be duty free, and beer;
In fact, in room of this, the age of leather,
An age of gold all radiant should appear,
If I were king.

W.E. HENLEY.





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