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Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

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

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...



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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