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

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

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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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