Songs of the Sea and Lays of the Land

There’s a place where you see the Atlantic heave Like water boiling hot; Where you come with grief and with joy you leave, And they call it the Devil’s Pot.

“And while I have a very great respect For any peacemaker,” said Number Two, “I would suggest that I invariably Have found, if they be really honest folk Who interfere with repr...

And very few i’ the heap. His face and form Were greasiness and grossness well combined, With sneeriness and nearness in the eyes; He seemed a kind of coarsest Capuchin.

Now supper being over, every man Lighted his pipe or called for a cigar, Lolled in his chair—and all again began To order “something lively” from the bar. Jack Saltonstall, inte...

Then I said, “I rather guess I can see into this mess, And explain the startlin’ error which has given you such shocks. When that Boston fellow, he Asked the route I’d take of m...

Sharp glanced the driver at Bangs; then said, “What scared me of goin’ was this, d’ye see,— I’d a friend in New York, whose letters I read; And he wrote: In the whole of your co...

Over the quarter, Over the sail, Into the water, Dead as a nail, Slung like a biscuit, Hot as a coal, Where the sharks may take the body, And the devil take the soul!

Among the songs in this collection are the Brand New Ballads already known more or less to the public, several of them having an American newspaper circulation, while a few are...

_Moral._ I pray you think upon it well. There are full many people in this world Who think that they are wondrous wise in ART, And who, as Critics, write about the same In trans...