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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...



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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