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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

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

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

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

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

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

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

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



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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