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My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

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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