We fish, we fish, we merrily swim, We care not for friend nor for foe… Our fins are stout, Our tails are out, As through the seas we go.

No sleep. The sultriness pervades… And blinds the brain-a dense oppre… As tawny tigers feel in matted sha… Vexing their blood and making apt… Beneath the stars the roofy desert…

Returning to the Spouter-Inn from… But being now interrupted, he put… With much interest I sat watching… Whilst I was thus closely scannin… As I sat there in that now lonely…

That night, in the mid-watch, when… The acute policy dictating these m… “Man the mast-heads! Call all han… Thundering with the butts of three… “Nothing, nothing, sir!” was the s…

In bed I muse on Tenier’s boors, Embrowned and beery losels all; A wakeful brain Elaborates pain: Within low doors the slugs of boor…

If I had been astonished at first… In thoroughfares nigh the docks, a… But, besides the Feegeeans, Tonga… No town-bred dandy will compare wi… But think not that this famous tow…

_Commemorative of the Dissolution… May, 1865 What power disbands the Northern… After their steely play? The lonely watcher feels an awe

Mortally Wounded at Chancellorsvi… The Man who fiercest charged in f… Whose sword and prayer were long - Stonewall! Even him who stoutly stood for Wr…

Not magnitude, not lavishness, But Form’€”the Site; Not innovating wilfulness, But reverence for the Archetype.

For several days after leaving Na… Every time I ascended to the deck… There seemed no sign of common bod… So powerfully did the whole grim a… I was struck with the singular pos…

So my poem is damned, and immortal… Snatching my hat, I dashed down t… Presently my old friend Standard… “Well met, Helmstone, my boy! Ah!… “You have seen it then?” said I,…

Skimming lightly, wheeling still, The swallows fly low Over the field in clouded days, The forest-field of Shiloh— Over the field where April rain

Aloof they crown the foreland lone… From aloft they loftier rise— Fair columns, in the aureole rolle… From sunned Greek seas and skies. They wax, sublimed to fancy’s view…

He rides at their head; A crutch by his saddle just slants… One slung arm in splints, you see, Yet he guides his strong steed - h… He brings his regiment home -

The pale Usher—threadbare in coat… “While you take in hand to school… “WHALE. * * * Sw. and Dan. hva… “WHALE. * * * It is more immedi… CETUS, Latin.