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Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...



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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