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The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

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

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

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

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...



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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