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

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

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

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

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...



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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