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Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...



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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