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The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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

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

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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



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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