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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

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

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

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

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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



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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