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

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

The Smoker's Calendar.
When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit ...

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

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

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

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

To My Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doc...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

My Cigarette.
Ma pauvre petite, My little sweet, Why do you cry...

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

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

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