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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

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

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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



SWEET SMOKING PIPE.








Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove,
Companion still of my retreat,
Thou dost my gloomy thoughts remove,
And purge my brain with gentle heat.

Tobacco, charmer of my mind,
When, like the meteor's transient gleam.
Thy substance gone to air I find,
I think, alas, my life's the same!

What else but lighted dust am I?
Then shew'st me what my fate will be;
And when thy sinking ashes die,
I learn that I must end like thee.

ANON.





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