Hail and farewell to those who fought and died,
Not laughingly adventurous, nor pale
'Twas what ye'd call a nasty night,
An' 'twa''t no time to pick a fight,
If ever you've heard it ringing, wild from the mast and clear,
If you've seen the watches running, their faces blanched with fear,
(Richard Hooker)
Man pays the debt with new munificence,
THROUGH some strange sense of sight or touch
I find what all have found before,
OLD HAM FRESH DREST , &c. BOOTED and spurr'd,
our gallant wight
SHE was so little—little in her grave,
The wide earth all around so hard and cold—
I’m hit. It’s come at last, I feel a smart
Of needles in ……My God …. I’m hit again!
He died in December. He must descend
Somewhere, vague and cold, the spirit and seal.
The man has spread his silver wings,
Is six miles nearer heaven,
Here is the doctor, an abstracted lover,
dressed as a virgin, coming to keep the tryst.
GHOSTS, yu ask, in Chinytown? Say, ther ain't no moon to-night,
An' the alley here is dark—let's move over to the light.
Loafin' around in Sailor Town, a-bluin' o' my advance,
I met a derelict donkyman who led me a merry dance,
I meet with two soldiers sometimes here in Hell
The one, with a tear on the seat of hi red pantaloons
How we have sailed in half-forgotten ships,
By shores unvisited, in boyish days;
Captain, Captain, heavy squall in sight;
Just took in the royals, ship she jumps like mad.
Sweet the hours in the native country,
where friendly shines the sun above!
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