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

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

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

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

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

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

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

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

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



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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