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Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

Cigarette Rings.
How it blows! How it rains! I'll not turn out to-night; ...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

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

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

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

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

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

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

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 ...



LATAKIA.








I.

When all the panes are hung with frost,
Wild wizard-work of silver lace,
I draw my sofa on the rug,
Before the ancient chimney-place.
Upon the painted tiles are mosques
And minarets, and here and there
A blind muezzin lifts his hands,
And calls the faithful unto prayer.
Folded in idle, twilight dreams,
I hear the hemlock chirp and sing,
As if within its ruddy core
It held the happy heart of Spring.
Ferdousi never sang like that,
Nor Saadi grave, nor Hafiz gay;
I lounge, and blow white rings of smoke,
And watch them rise and float away.


II.

The curling wreaths like turbans seem
Of silent slaves that come and go,--
Or Viziers, packed with craft and crime,
Whom I behead from time to time,
With pipe-stem, at a single blow.
And now and then a lingering cloud
Takes gracious form at my desire,
And at my side my lady stands,
Unwinds her veil with snowy hands,--
A shadowy shape, a breath of fire!

O Love, if you were only here
Beside me in this mellow light,
Though all the bitter winds should blow,
And all the ways be choked with snow,
'Twould be a true Arabian night!

T.B. ALDRICH.





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