An interjection is a word used to express some sudden emotion of the mind. Thus in the examples,--"Ah! there he comes; alas! what shall I do?" ah, expresses surprise, and alas, distress. Nouns, adjectives, verbs and adverbs become interjectio... Read more of INTERJECTION at Speaking Writing.comInformational Site Network Informational
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If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

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

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

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

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

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

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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



THE SCENT OF A GOOD CIGAR.








What is it comes through the deepening dusk,--
Something sweeter than jasmine scent,
Sweeter than rose and violet blent,
More potent in power than orange or musk?
The scent of a good cigar.

I am all alone in my quiet room,
And the windows are open wide and free
To let in the south wind's kiss for me,
While I rock in the softly gathering gloom,
And that subtle fragrance steals.

Just as a loving, tender hand
Will sometimes steal in yours,
It softly comes through the open doors,
And memory wakes at its command,--
The scent of that good cigar.

And what does it say? Ah! that's for me
And my heart alone to know;
But that heart thrills with a sudden glow,
Tears fill my eyes till I cannot see,--
From the scent of that good cigar.

KATE A. CARRINGTON.





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