Moby Dick: Or, The White WhalePage, 1892 - 545 pages |
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... thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world . It is a way I have of driving off the spleen , and regulating the circulation . Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth ; whenever it is a damp ...
... thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world . It is a way I have of driving off the spleen , and regulating the circulation . Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth ; whenever it is a damp ...
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... thought I , pausing one moment to watch the broad glare in the street , and hear the sounds of the tinkling glasses within . But go on , Ishmael , said I at last ; don't you hear ? get away from before the door ; your patched boots are ...
... thought I , pausing one moment to watch the broad glare in the street , and hear the sounds of the tinkling glasses within . But go on , Ishmael , said I at last ; don't you hear ? get away from before the door ; your patched boots are ...
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... thought I , ha , as the flying particles almost choked me , are these ashes from that destroyed city , Gomorrah ? But " The Crossed Harpoons , " and " The Sword - Fish ? " ____ this , then , must needs be the sign of " The Trap . " How ...
... thought I , ha , as the flying particles almost choked me , are these ashes from that destroyed city , Gomorrah ? But " The Crossed Harpoons , " and " The Sword - Fish ? " ____ this , then , must needs be the sign of " The Trap . " How ...
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... thought I , as this passage occurred to my mind — old black - letter , thou reasonest well . Yes , these eyes are windows , and this body of mine is the house . What a pity they didn't stop up the chinks and the crannies though , and ...
... thought I , as this passage occurred to my mind — old black - letter , thou reasonest well . Yes , these eyes are windows , and this body of mine is the house . What a pity they didn't stop up the chinks and the crannies though , and ...
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... thought some ambitious young artist , in the time of the New England hags , had endeavoured to delineate chaos bewitched . But by dint of much and earnest contemplation , and oft repeated panderings , and especially by throwing open the ...
... thought some ambitious young artist , in the time of the New England hags , had endeavoured to delineate chaos bewitched . But by dint of much and earnest contemplation , and oft repeated panderings , and especially by throwing open the ...
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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.