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

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

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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



CIGARS AND BEER.








Here
With my beer
I sit,
While golden moments flit.
Alas!
They pass
Unheeded by;
And, as they fly,
I,
Being dry,
Sit idly sipping here
My beer.

Oh, finer far
Than fame or riches are
The graceful smoke-wreaths of this cigar!
Why
Should I
Weep, wail, or sigh?
What if luck has passed me by?
What if my hopes are dead,
My pleasures fled?
Have I not still
My fill
Of right good cheer,--
Cigars and beer?

Go, whining youth,
Forsooth!
Go, weep and wail,
Sigh and grow pale,
Weave melancholy rhymes
On the old times,
Whose joys like shadowy ghosts appear,--
But leave me to my beer!
Gold is dross,
Love is loss;
So, if I gulp my sorrows down,
Or see them drown
In foamy draughts of old nut-brown,
Then do I wear the crown
Without a cross!

GEORGE ARNOLD.





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