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Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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



A BACHELOR'S SOLILOQUY.








I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire,
I ne'er knew the Benedict's yoke;
I worship a fairy-like, fanciful form,
That goes up the chimney in smoke.

I sit in my dressing-gowned slipperful ease,
Without wife or bairns to provoke,
And puff at my pipe, while my hopes and my fears
All go up the chimney in smoke.

I sit with my pipe, and my heart's lonesome care
I try, but all vainly, to choke.
Ah, me! but I find that the flame that Love lights
Won't go up the chimney in smoke.

_Cigar and Tobacco World_, London.





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