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Smoking Poems

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

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

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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



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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