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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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 ...

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

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



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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