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The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

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

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

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

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

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
The warmth of thy glow, Well-lighted cigar, Makes h...

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

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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...



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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