Moby Dick: Or, The White WhalePage, 1892 - 545 pages |
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... give it a sep- arate deity , and own brother of Jove ? Surely all this is not without meaning . And still deeper the meaning of that story of Narcissus , who because he could not grasp the tormenting , mild image he saw in the fountain ...
... give it a sep- arate deity , and own brother of Jove ? Surely all this is not without meaning . And still deeper the meaning of that story of Narcissus , who because he could not grasp the tormenting , mild image he saw in the fountain ...
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... give chase to the Leviathan ? And where but from Nantucket , too , did that first adven- turous little sloop put forth , partly laden with imported cobble - stones — so goes the story — to throw at the whales , in order to discover when ...
... give chase to the Leviathan ? And where but from Nantucket , too , did that first adven- turous little sloop put forth , partly laden with imported cobble - stones — so goes the story — to throw at the whales , in order to discover when ...
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... give me the privilege of making my own summer with my own coals . But what thinks Lazarus ? Can he warm his blue hands by holding them up to the grand northern lights ? Would not Lazarus rather be in Sumatra than here ? Would he not far ...
... give me the privilege of making my own summer with my own coals . But what thinks Lazarus ? Can he warm his blue hands by holding them up to the grand northern lights ? Would not Lazarus rather be in Sumatra than here ? Would he not far ...
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... give him much joy . His voice at once announced that he was a Southerner , and from his fine stature , I thought he must be one of those tall moun- taineers from the Alleghanian Ridge in Virginia . When the revelry of his companions had ...
... give him much joy . His voice at once announced that he was a Southerner , and from his fine stature , I thought he must be one of those tall moun- taineers from the Alleghanian Ridge in Virginia . When the revelry of his companions had ...
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... give me half a one ; that the other half belongs to a certain harpooner . And about this harpooner , whom I have not yet seen , you persist in telling me the most mystifying and exasperating stories , tending to beget in me an ...
... give me half a one ; that the other half belongs to a certain harpooner . And about this harpooner , whom I have not yet seen , you persist in telling me the most mystifying and exasperating stories , tending to beget in me an ...
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Ahab's aloft Bildad boat bones bows Bulkington cabin called Cape Horn Captain Ahab Captain Peleg Cetology CHAPTER chase chief mate creature crew cried Ahab Daggoo dark darted dead deck devil doubloon Euroclydon eyes feet fish fishery Flask flukes forecastle gunwale hand harpoon head heard heart ivory Jonah lance land Leviathan living look mast mast-head mate Moby Dick Nantucket Nantucket ships Narwhal never night oars ocean once peculiar Pequod perils Porpoise pull Queequeg queer Right Whale rolled round sail sailors savage seemed seen sharks ship ship's shipmates side sight sleep soon sort soul Sperm Whale spermaceti spout stand Starbuck Steelkilt stern stood strange Stubb tail Tashtego tell thee there's thing thou thought turned voyage whale-ship whalemen White Whale wild wind
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Page 539 - In that day the Lord with his sore and great and strong sword shall punish leviathan the piercing serpent, even leviathan that crooked serpent; and he shall slay the dragon that is in the sea.
Page 8 - CALL me Ishmael. Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.
Page 337 - The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold, the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. The arrow cannot make him flee, sling-stones are turned with him into stubble. Darts are counted as stubble : he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
Page 176 - The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung.
Page 541 - Stretched like a promontory, sleeps or swims, And seems a moving land ; and at his gills Draws in, and at his trunk spouts out, a sea.
Page 505 - Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I.
Page 296 - Thou saw'st the locked lovers when leaping from their flaming ship ; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting wave ; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them. Thou saw'st the murdered mate when tossed by pirates from the midnight deck ; for hours he fell into the deeper midnight of the insatiate maw ; and his murderers still sailed on unharmed — while swift lightnings shivered the neighbouring ship that would have borne a righteous husband to outstretched, longing arms. O head...
Page 534 - On the second day, a sail drew near, nearer, and picked me up at last. It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan.
Page 170 - I, Ishmael, was one of that crew; my shouts had gone up with the rest; my oath had been welded with theirs; and stronger I shouted, and more did I hammer and clinch my oath, because of the dread in my soul. A wild, mystical, sympathetical feeling was in me; Ahab's quenchless feud seemed mine.
Page 153 - ... takes the mystic ocean at his feet for the visible image of that deep, blue, bottomless soul, pervading mankind and nature; and every strange, half-seen, gliding, beautiful thing that eludes him; every dimly-discovered, uprising fin of some undiscernible form, seems to him the embodiment of those elusive thoughts that only people the soul by continually flitting through it.