MARY AUSTIN Oh, the Shepherds in Judea, They are pacing to and fro, For the air grows chill at twilight And the weanling lambs are slow! Leave, O lambs, the dripping sedges, quit the bramble ... Read more of The Shepherds In Judea at Christmas Story.caInformational Site Network Informational
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The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

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

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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



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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