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

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

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

The Latest Convert.
I've been in love some scores of times, With Amy, Ne...

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

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

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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

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

Maecenas Bids His Friend To Dine.
I beg you come to-night and dine. A welcome waits you, a...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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



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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