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On A Broken Pipe.
Neglected now it lies, a cold clay form, So late with ...

To My Meerschaum.
There's a charm in the sun-crested hills, In the qui...

Pipes And Beer.
Before I was famous I used to sit In a dull old unde...

Choosing A Wife By A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Tube, I love thee as my life; By thee I mean to choose...

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

Confession Of A Cigar Smoker.
I owe to smoking, more or less, Through life the whole...

A Bachelor's Soliloquy.
I sit all alone with my pipe by the fire, I ne'er kn...

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

Geordie To His Tobacco-pipe.
Good pipe, old friend, old black and colored friend, W...

In Wreaths Of Smoke.
In wreaths of smoke, blown waywardwise, Faces of o...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

He Respondeth.
SHE. You still persist in using, I observe with g...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...

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

What I Like.
To lie with half-closed eyes, as in a dream, Upon the ...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

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

Another Match.
_AFTER A.C. SWINBURNE._ If love were dhudeen olden, ...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...



'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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