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Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

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

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



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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