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A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

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

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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

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

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

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



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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