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

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

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

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

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

Envoi.
Smokers, who doubt or con or pro, And ye who dare to...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...



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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