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

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

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

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Epitaph
_ON A YOUNG LADY WHO DESIRED THAT TOBACCO MIGHT BE PLANTED OV...

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

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

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

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

Old Pipe Of Mine.
Companion of my lonely hours, Full many a time 'twix...

A Winter Evening Hymn To My Fire.
Nicotia, dearer to the Muse Than all the grape's bewil...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
_A SAILOR'S VERSION_. They were three jolly sailors bo...

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

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

Pernicious Weed!
The pipe, with solemn interposing puff, Makes half a s...

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

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

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

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

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



'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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