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

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

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

Virginia Tobacco.
Two maiden dames of sixty-two Together long had dwel...

My Cigarette.
My cigarette! The amulet That charms afar unrest and...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

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



'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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