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The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

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

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

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

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

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

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

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

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



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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