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Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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



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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