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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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;...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

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



THE CIGAR.








Some sigh for this and that,
My wishes don't go far;
The world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar.

Some fret themselves to death
With Whig and Tory jar;
I don't care which is in,
So I have my cigar.

Sir John requests my vote,
And so does Mr. Marr;
I don't care how it goes,
So I have my cigar.

Some want a German row,
Some wish a Russian war;
I care not. I'm at peace
So I have my cigar.

I never see the "Post,"
I seldom read the "Star;"
The "Globe" I scarcely heed,
So I have my cigar.

Honors have come to men
My juniors at the Bar;
No matter--I can wait,
So I have my cigar.

Ambition frets me not;
A cab or glory's car
Are just the same to me,
So I have my cigar.

I worship no vain gods,
But serve the household Lar;
I'm sure to be at home,
So I have my cigar.

I do not seek for fame,
A general with a scar;
A private let me be,
So I have my cigar.

To have my choice among
The toys of life's bazaar,
The deuce may take them all
So I have my cigar.

Some minds are often tost
By tempests like a tar;
I always seem in port,
So I have my cigar.

The ardent flame of love,
My bosom cannot char,
I smoke but do not burn,
So I have my cigar.

They tell me Nancy Low
Has married Mr. R.;
The jilt! but I can live,
So I have my cigar.

THOMAS HOOD.





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