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Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

Titlepage Dedication.
"Let those smoke now who never smoked before, And those ...

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

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

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

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

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

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

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...



'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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