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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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



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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