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Smoking Poems

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

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

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

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...



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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