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Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

An Encomium On Tobacco.
Thrice happy isles that stole the world's delight, And...

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

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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

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

The Smoker's Reverie.
(_OCTOBER._) I'm sitting at dusk 'neath the old beeche...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

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



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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