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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

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

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

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...



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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