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My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

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

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

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

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...



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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