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

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

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

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

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

The Pipe Critic.
Say, pipe, let's talk of love; Canst aid me?...

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

Invocation To Tobacco.
Weed of the strange flower, weed of the earth, Killer ...

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

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

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

Song Of The Smoke-wreaths.
_SUNG TO THE SMOKERS._ Not like clouds that cap the mo...

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

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

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

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Edifying Reflections Of A Tobacco-smoker.
_SET TO MUSIC BY JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. TRANS...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...



'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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