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

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

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

Chibouque.
At Yeni-Djami, after Rhamadan, The pacha in his pala...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

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

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

The Lost Lotus.
'Tis said that in the sun-embroidered East, There dw...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

My Meerschaums.
Long pipes and short ones, straight and curved, High...

'twas Off The Blue Canaries.
'Twas off the blue Canary isles, A glorious summer d...

My After-dinner Cloud.
Some sombre evening, when I sit And feed in solitude...

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

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

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

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

Smoking Spiritualized.
The following old poem was long ascribed, on apparently...

A Poet's Pipe.
_FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE._ A poet's pipe...

Ode To Tobacco.
Thou, who when fears attack Bidst them avaunt, and Bla...



'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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