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

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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



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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