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

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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



MY CIGARETTE.








_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_.


To my sweet cigarette I am singing
This joyous and bright bacca-role;
Just now to my lips she was clinging,
Her spirit was soothing my soul.
With figure so slender and dapper
I feel the soft touch of it yet,
Adorned in her dainty white wrapper,
How fair is my own cigarette!
'Twere better, perhaps, that we part, love;
'Twere better, if never we'd met.
Alas, you are part of my heart, love,
Destructive but sweet cigarette!

Though matchless, by matches she's fired,
And glows both with pleasure and pride;
By her soft, balmy breath I'm inspired,
And kiss and caress my new bride.
E'en the clouds of her nature are joyous,
Though other clouds cause us regret;
From worry and care they decoy us,
The clouds of a sweet cigarette.
'Twere better, etc.

The houris in paradise living
Dissolve in the first love embrace,
Their life to their love freely giving,--
And so with my love 'tis the case;
For when her life's last spark is flying,
Still sweet to the end is my pet,
Who helps me, although she is dying,
To light up a fresh cigarette!
'Twere better, etc.





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