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Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

My Meerschaum Pipe.
Old meerschaum pipe, I'll fondly wipe Thy scarred an...

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

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

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

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

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

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

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

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

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

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



'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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