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Those Ashes.
Up to the frescoed ceiling The smoke of my cigarette...

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

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 ...

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

Ode To Tobacco.
Come then, Tobacco, new-found friend, Come, and thy ...

In The Ol' Tobacker Patch.
I jess kind o' feel so lonesome that I don't know what to...

If I Were King.
If I were king, my pipe should be premier. The skies o...

Motto For A Tobacco Jar.
Come! don't refuse sweet Nicotina's aid, But woo the...

Wrongfellow.
I like cigars Beneath the stars, Upon the water...

Sic Transit.
Just a note that I found on my table, By the bills of ...

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

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

Smoking Away.
Floating away like the fountains' spray, Or the snow...

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

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

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

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

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

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed 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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