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My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...



IN ROTTEN ROW.








In Rotten Row a cigarette
I sat and smoked, with no regret
For all the tumult that had been.
The distances were still and green,
And streaked with shadows cool and wet.

Two sweethearts on a bench were set,
Two birds among the boughs were met;
So love and song were heard and seen
In Rotten Row.

A horse or two there was to fret
The soundless sand; but work and debt,
Fair flowers and falling leaves between,
While clocks are chiming clear and keen,
A man may very well forget
In Rotten Row.

W.E. HENLEY.





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