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Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

My Cigarette.
_WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BARNARD_. To my sweet ciga...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

The Ballad Of The Pipe.
Oh, give me but Virginia's weed, An earthen bowl, a st...

To A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Come, lovely tube, by friendship blest, Belov'd and ...

Sweet Smoking Pipe.
Sweet smoking pipe; bright glowing stove, Companion ...

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

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

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

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

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

On Receipt Of A Rare Pipe.
I lifted off the lid with anxious care, Removed the ...

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



'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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