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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

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

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...



A GOOD CIGAR.








Oh, 'tis well and enough,
A whiff or a puff
From the heart of a pipe to get;
And a dainty maid
Or a budding blade
May toy with the cigarette;
But a man, when the time
Of a glorious prime
Dawns forth like a morning star,
Wants the dark-brown bloom
And the sweet perfume
That go with a good cigar.

To lazily float
In a painted boat
On a shimmering morning sea,
Or to flirt with a maid
In the afternoon shade
Seems good enough sport to be;
But the evening hour,
With its subtle power,
Is sweeter and better far,
If joined to the joy,
Devoid of alloy,
That lurks in a good cigar.

When a blanket wet
Is solidly set
O'er hopes prematurely grown;
When ambition is tame,
And energy lame,
And the bloom from the fruit is blown;
When to dance and to dine
With women and wine
Past poverty pleasures are,--
A man's not bereft
Of all peace, if there's left
The joy of a good cigar.

NORRIS BULL.




A glass is good, and a lass is good,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;
The world is good, and the people are good,
And we're all good fellows together.

JOHN O'KEEFE: _Sprigs of Laurel_, Act ii. sc. i.





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