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Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

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

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

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



CONFESSION OF A CIGAR SMOKER.








I owe to smoking, more or less,
Through life the whole of my success;
With my cigar I'm sage and wise,--
Without, I'm dull as cloudy skies.

When smoking, all my ideas soar,
When not, they sink upon the floor.
The greatest men have all been smokers,
And so were all the greatest jokers.
Then ye who'd bid adieu to care,
Come here and smoke it into air.

ANON.




Sir Walter Raleigh! name of worth,
How sweet for thee to know
King James, who never smoked on earth,
Is smoking down below.





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