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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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



PERNICIOUS WEED!








The pipe, with solemn interposing puff,
Makes half a sentence at a time enough;
The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain,
Then pause and puff, and speak, and pause again.
Such often, like the tube they so admire,
Important triflers! have more smoke than fire.
Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys,
Unfriendly to society's chief joys,
Thy worst effect is banishing for hours
The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

WILLIAM COWPER.





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