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It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

A Pot, And A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Some praise taking snuff; And 'tis pleasant en...

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

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

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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...

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

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

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

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...



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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