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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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

Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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



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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