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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...



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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