Works

Oh, I want to win me hame
To my ain countrie,
The land frae whence I came
Far away across the sea;
Bit I canna find it there, on the atlas anywhere,
And I greet and wonder sair...

This is the tale that was told to me,
By a battered and shattered son of the sea,
To me and my messmate, Silas Green,
When I was a guileless young marine.

"'Twas the good ship Gyascutus,...

From the madding crowd they stand apart,
The maidens four and the Work of Art;

And none might tell from sight alone
In which had culture ripest grown,

The Gotham Million fair to see,...