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Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

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

The Scent Of A Good Cigar.
What is it comes through the deepening dusk,-- Somethi...

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

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

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

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

Tobacco Is An Indian Weed.
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, cut...

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

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...



MY PIPE.








When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me;
When friends are fled, thy presence charms me.
If thou art full, though purse be bare,
I smoke, and cast away all care!

_German Smoking Song._





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