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

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

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

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

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

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

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...



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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