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

The Patriotic Smoker's Lament.
Tell me, shade of Walter Raleigh, Briton of the true...

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

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

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

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

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

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

Henry Fielding.
Friend of my youth, companion of my later days. Wh...

Cigars And Beer.
Here With my beer I sit, While g...

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

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

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

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

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

To See Her Pipe Awry.
Betty bouncer kept a stall At the corner of a street...

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

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

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

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



'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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