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A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...



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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