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Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...

My Cigar.
In spite of my physician, who is, _entre nous_, a fogy, ...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

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

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

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

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

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

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

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

"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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