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A Song Without A Name.
AIR: "_THE VICAR OF BRAY_." 'Twas in Queen Bess's gold...

A Farewell To Tobacco.
May the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammeri...

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

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

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

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

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

Too Great A Sacrifice.
The maid, as by the papers doth appear, Whom fifty tho...

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

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

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

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

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

Tobacco.
The Indian weed, withered quite, Green at noon, cut do...

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 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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