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Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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



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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