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Ingin Summer.
Jest about the time when Fall Gits to rattlin' in th...

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

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

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

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

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

An Old Sweetheart Of Mine.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, An...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

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

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

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...



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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