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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...

The True Leucothoe.
Let others praise the god of wine, Or Venus, love, a...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

Effusion By A Cigar Smoker.
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire, ...

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

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

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

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

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...



'TWAS OFF THE BLUE CANARIES.








'Twas off the blue Canary isles,
A glorious summer day,
I sat upon the quarter deck,
And whiffed my cares away;
And as the volumed smoke arose,
Like incense in the air,
I breathed a sigh to think, in sooth,
It was my last cigar.

I leaned upon the quarter rail,
And looked down in the sea;
E'en there the purple wreath of smoke,
Was curling gracefully;
Oh! what had I at such a time
To do with wasting care?
Alas! the trembling tear proclaimed
It was my last cigar.

I watched the ashes as it came
Fast drawing toward the end;
I watched it as a friend would watch
Beside a dying friend;
But still the flame swept slowly on;
It vanished into air;
I threw it from me,--spare the tale,--
It was my last cigar.

I've seen the land of all I love
Fade in the distance dim;
I've watched above the blighted heart,
Where once proud hope hath been;
But I've never known a sorrow
That could with that compare,
When off the blue Canaries
I smoked my last cigar.

JOSEPH WARREN FABENS.





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