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An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

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

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

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

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

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



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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