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

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

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

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...



SMOKING SONG.








With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl,
As mist from the waterfall given,
Or the locks that float round beauty's throat
In the whispering air of even.

_Chorus_. Then drown the fears of the coming years,
And the dread of change before us;
The way is sweet to our willing feet,
With the smoke-wreaths twining o'er us.

As the light beams through the ringlets blue,
Will hope beam through our sorrow,
While the gathering wreath of the smoke we breathe
Shuts out the fear of to-morrow.

A magic charm in the evening calm
Calls thought from mem'ry's treasure;
But clear and bright in the liquid light
Are the smoke-called dreams of pleasure.

Then who shall chide, with boasting pride,
Delights they ne'er have tasted?
Oh, let them smile while we beguile
The hour with joys they've wasted.

_College Song._





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