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

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

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

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

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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

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

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

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

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

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

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

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...



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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