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Smoking Poems

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...

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

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

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

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

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....



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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