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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

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

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

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

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



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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