I still can: Masefield's opening 'Quinquireme
of Nineveh and distant Ophir' remains with me as possibly the most exotic language possible, conjuring up undreamt of countries at the time (I only in recent years found out that a quinquireme
is a type of boat, but that didn't matter.
said Song of Hiawatha by Longfellow the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; This house has been far out at sea The charge of the light brigade all night, The woods crashing by Alfred Lord Tennyson through darkness, Quinquireme
of Nineveh from The jumblies by Edward Lear distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, There's a whisper down the line, The Listeners by Walter de la at 11.
of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.