Hither, O Drake, display thy hastening sails, Widen ye passes, and awake ye gales, March thou before him, heaven-revolving sun, Wind his long course, and teach him where to run; Earth's distant shores, in circling bands unite, Lands, learn your fame, and oceans, roll in light, Round all the watery globe his flag be hurl'd, A new Columbus to the astonish'd world.
— from The Columbiad: A Poem by Joel Barlow

“‘Come below,’ Bill would cry, ‘and I’ll see if a big ugly lubber like you is to cheek me!’
— from O'er Many Lands, on Many Seas by Gordon Stables

“Bub u lul lul yack!” shouted Jim.
— from Molly Brown of Kentucky by Nell Speed