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Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

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

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

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...



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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