Towery city and branchy between towers; / Cuckoo-echoing, bell-swarmèd, lark-charmèd, rook-racked, river-rounded; / The dapple-eared lily below thee; that country and town did / Once encounter in, here coped and poisèd powers; […]

I was going to be an honest man; but the devil has this very day flung first a lawyer, and then a woman, in my gate.

The score! he burst out. Three goes o' rum! Why, shiver my timbers, if I hadn't forgotten my score! And, falling on a bench, he laughed until the tears ran down his cheeks.

As an illustration of our vulnerability, in 1990 and again in 1991, the largest king tides of the year in the Marshall Islands almost inundated Majuro′s urban area.