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Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

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

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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