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A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...



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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