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The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...



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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