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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Loss.
How hard a thing it is to part From those we love an...

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

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

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

Smoke Is The Food Of Lovers.
When Cupid open'd shop, the trade he chose Was just th...

Cannon Song.
And it has turned since you and I Set out to face th...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

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

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

A Bachelor's Views.
A pipe, a book, A cosy nook, A fire,--at least ...



'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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