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Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

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

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

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

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

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

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

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

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

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



CHIBOUQUE.








At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan,
The pacha in his palace lolls at ease;
Latakieh fumes his sensual palate please,
While round-limbed almees dance near his divan.

Slaves lure away _ennui_ with flowers and fan;
And as his gem-tipped chibouque glows, he sees,
In dreamy trance, those marvellous mysteries
The prophet sings of in the Al-Koran!

Pale, dusk-eyed girls, with sequin-studded hair,
Dart through the opal clouds like agile deer,
With sensuous curves his fancy to provoke,--
Delicious houris, ravishing and fair,
Who to his vague and drowsy mind appear
Like fragrant phantoms arabesqued in smoke!

FRANCIS S. SALTUS.





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