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

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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