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What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...



MEERSCHAUM.








Come to me, O my meerschaum,
For the vile street organs play;
And the torture they're inflicting
Will vanish quite away.

I open my study window
And into the twilight peer,
And my anxious eyes are watching
For the man with my evening beer.

In one hand is the shining pewter,
All amber the ale doth glow;
In t'other are long "churchwardens,"
As spotless and pure as snow.

Ah! what would the world be to us
Tobaccoless?--Fearful bore!
We should dread the day after to-morrow
Worse than the day before.

As the elephant's trunk to the creature,
Is the pipe to the man, I trow;
Useful and meditative
As the cud to the peaceful cow.

So to the world is smoking;
Through that we feel, with bliss
That, whatever worlds come after,
A jolly old world is this.

Come to me, O my meerschaum,
And whisper to me here,
If you like me better than coffee,
Than grog, or the bitter beer.

Oh! what are our biggest winnings,
If peaceful content we miss?
Though fortune may give us an innings
She seldom conveys us bliss.

You're better than all the fortunes
That ever were made or broke;
For a penny will always fill
And buy me content with a smoke.





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