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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

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

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

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

An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars.
_TO CHARLES ELIOT NORTON._ Luck, my dear Norton, still...

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

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

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



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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