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Knickerbocker.
Shade of Herrick, Muse of Locker, Help me sing of Knic...

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the toper regale in his tankard of ale, Or with ...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

The Duet.
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the te...

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

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

A Pipe Of Tobacco.
Let the learned talk of books, The glutton...

Her Brother's Cigarette.
Like raven's wings her locks of jet, Her soft eyes tou...

My Little Brown Pipe.
I have a little comforter, I carry in my pocket: ...

Cannon Song.
Come, seniors, come, and fill your pipes, Your richest...

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

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

To The Rev. Mr. Newton.
Says the Pipe to the Snuff-box, "I can't understand ...

Latakia.
I. When all the panes are hung with frost, Wild wiz...

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

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

In Favor Of Tobacco.
Much victuals serves for gluttony To fatten men like s...

A Good Cigar.
Oh, 'tis well and enough, A whiff or a puff From th...



'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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