"The Last Cigar": And Other Poems |
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The Last Cigar: And Other Poems - Primary Source Edition Joseph Warren Fabens,Love Frye Stickney Fabens No preview available - 2014 |
The Last Cigar: And Other Poems Joseph Warren Fabens,Love Frye Stickney Fabens No preview available - 2017 |
The Last Cigar: And Other Poems Joseph Warren Fabens,Love Frye Stickney Fabens No preview available - 2022 |
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afar amid Andover awhile azure blue BANK BILL bear beauty blue Canaries brave breast breath bright BURIAL AT SEA canvas cheerful CONSUL AT CAYENNE dead Dominican dream e'en earth evermore Fade faithless fled flower friends gainst Gazing gone Guadalquiver gurgling heart heaved HELEN BURNS hope hour Jane joys kindlier last cigar LEAVING HOME Library FROM Miss light LINES ON LEAVING linger lone lonesome deep look Miss Hannah Fabens miss thee morning MOUNT LANDER ne'er never night noble note shall mingle o'er his watery Ocean's bosom oh I miss once Perchance plain and river poems prow rest restless Samana Santo Domingo scene sigh silent sleep slumber smile smoke soft soul Spain spirit stir strange stray strife summer sweet swell tale tear tear-dimmed eye thing THOUGHTS IN DEJECTION tide U. S. CONSUL wanderer warm Warren Fabens wear weary weep wind youth
Popular passages
Page 39 - Oh, Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
Page 15 - ... me; I looked up; I was in somebody's arms; the nurse held me; she was carrying me through the passage back to the dormitory. I was not reprimanded for leaving my bed; people had something else to think about; no explanation was afforded then to my many questions; but a day or two afterwards I learned that Miss Temple, on returning to her own room at dawn, had found me laid in the little crib; my face against Helen Burns's shoulder, my arms round her neck.
Page 15 - That last fit of coughing has tired me a little: I feel as if I could sleep: but don't leave me, Jane; I like to have you near me." "I'll stay with you, dear Helen: no one shall take me away.
Page 5 - 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.
Page 5 - 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.
Page 6 - Fast drawing toward the end, I watched it as a friend would watch Beside a dying friend; But still the flame crept slowly on, It vanished into air, I threw it from me, spare the tale, It was my last Cigar.
Page 6 - 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...
Page 5 - 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 to...