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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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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