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

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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

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

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...



TO MY MEERSCHAUM.








There's a charm in the sun-crested hills,
In the quivering light of a star,
In the flash of a silvery rill,
Yet to me thou art lovelier far,
My Meerschaum!

There's a love in her witching dark eye,
There's a love in her tresses at play,
Yet her love would be worth not a sigh,
If from thee she could lure me away,
My Meerschaum!

Let revellers sing of their wine,
As they toss it in ecstasy down,
But the bowl I call for is thine,
With its deepening amber and brown,
My Meerschaum!

For when trouble would bid me despair,
I call for a flagon of beer,
And puff a defiance to care,
Till sorrows in smoke disappear,
My Meerschaum!

Though mid pleasures unnumbered I whirl,
Though I traverse the billowy sea,
Yet the waving and beautiful curl
Of thy smoke's ever dearer to me,
My Meerschaum!

P.D.R.





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