So my poem is damned, and immortal fame is not for me! I am nobody forever and ever. Intolerable fate! Snatching my hat, I dashed down the criticism, and rushed out into Broadway, where...

Happy are they and charmed in life Who through long wars arrive unsca… At peace. To such the wreath be g… If they unfalteringly have striven… In honor, as in limb, unmarred.

It was quite late in the evening when the little Moss came snugly to anchor, and Queequeg and I went ashore; so we could attend to no business that day, at least none but a supper and a...

Skimming lightly, wheeling still, The swallows fly low Over the field in clouded days, The forest-field of Shiloh— Over the field where April rain

“Few of us doubt, gentlemen, that human life on this earth is but a state of probation; which among other things implies, that here below, we mortals have only to do with things provisi...

As Queequeg and I are now fairly embarked in this business of whaling; and as this business of whaling has somehow come to be regarded among landsmen as a rather unpoetical and disreput...

The gloomy hulls in armor grim, Like clouds o’er moors have met, And prove that oak, and iron, and… Are tough in fibre yet. But Splendors wane. The sea-fight…

Found a family, build a state, The pledged event is still the sam… Matter in end will never abate His ancient brutal claim. Indolence is heaven’s ally here,

“Most ugly shapes and horrible asp… Such as Dame Nature selfe mote fe… Or shame, that ever should so fowl… From her most cunning hand escaped… All dreadfull pourtraicts of defor…

In behalf of the dignity of whaling, I would fain advance naught but substantiated facts. But after embattling his facts, an advocate who should wholly suppress a not unreasonable surmi...

Lonesome on earth’s loneliest deep… Sailor! who dost thy vigil keep— Off the Cape of Storms dost musin… Over monstrous waves that curl and… Of thee we think when here from br…

Some chapters back, one Bulkington was spoken of, a tall, newlanded mariner, encountered in New Bedford at the inn. When on that shivering winter’s night, the Pequod thrust her vindicti...

Nothing more happened on the passage worthy the mentioning; so, after a fine run, we safely arrived in Nantucket. Nantucket! Take out your map and look at it. See what a real corner of ...

A day or two passed, and there was great activity aboard the Pequod. Not only were the old sails being mended, but new sails were coming on board, and bolts of canvas, and coils of rigg...