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

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

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

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

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

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

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

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

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



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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