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

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

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

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

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...



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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