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On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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

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...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...



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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