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

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

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

The Smoke Traveller.
When I puff my cigarette, Straight I see a Spanish g...

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

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

Smoking Song.
With grateful twirl our smoke-wreaths curl, As mist ...

In Rotten Row.
In Rotten Row a cigarette I sat and smoked, with no re...

The Pipe You Make Yourself.
There's clay pipes an' briar pipes an' meerschaum pipes a...

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

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

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

To C.f. Bradford.
_ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE._ The pipe came safe...

The Discovery Of Tobacco.
'Twas in the days of good Queen Bess,-- Or p'raps a ...

The Cigar.
Some sigh for this and that, My wishes don't go far;...

The Farmer's Pipe.
Make a picture, dreamy smoke, In my still and cosey ...

Tobacco.
Let poets rhyme of what they will, Youth, Beauty, Love...

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

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

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



'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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