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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

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...

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



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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