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Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...



A WARNING.








HE.

I loathe all books. I hate to see
The world and men through others' eyes;
My own are good enough for me.
These scribbling fellows I despise;
They bore me.
I used to try to read a bit,
But, when I did, a sleepy fit
Came o'er me.

Yet here I sit with pensive look,
Filling my pipe with fragrant loads,
Gazing in rapture at a book!--
A free translation of the Odes
Of Horace.
'Tis owned by sweet Elizabeth,
And breathes a subtle, fragrant breath
Of orris.

I longed for something that was hers
To cheer me when I'm feeling low;
I saw this book of paltry verse,
And asked to take it home--and so
She lent it.
I love her deep and tenderly,
Yet dare not tell my love, lest she
Resent it.

I'll learn to quote a stanza here,
A couplet there. I'm very sure
'Twould aid my suit could I appear
_Au fait_ in books and literature.
I'll do it!
This jingle I can quickly learn;
Then, hid in roses, I'll return
Her poet!





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