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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

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

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

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

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