The Whale and His Captors; Or, The Whaleman's Adventures: And the Whale's Biography as Gathered on the Homeward Cruise of the "Commodore Preble."
Harper & brothers, 1850 - 314 стор.
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American appeared blessed blows blubber boat body called captain CHAPTER chase Christian clear close comes course crew cruising danger dead deck deep fear feet fish fishery five flukes four give half hand harpoon head heard heart hold hope hour hundred island keep killed kind lance land length light live look lost lower mate miles mind minutes mouth natives natural nearly never night oars observed ocean officers once passed pieces poor port present reach reason rest returning right whale round Sabbath sail seemed seen shore side sight sometimes soon sperm whale struck success taken taking thing thought thousand turned twenty voyage waves whale ship whalemen wind
Сторінка 180 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky, Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Сторінка 73 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed; in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime, — The image of Eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Сторінка 64 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Сторінка 210 - For man also knoweth not his time: as the fishes that are taken in an evil net, and as the birds that are caught in the snare; so are the sons of men snared in an evil time, when it falleth suddenly upon them.
Сторінка 181 - The Pilot, and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Сторінка 65 - In billows, leave in the midst a horrid vale. Then with expanded wings he steers his flight Aloft, incumbent on the dusky air, That felt unusual weight ; till on dry land He lights, if it were land that ever...
Сторінка 180 - The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Сторінка 181 - And all together pray. While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!
Сторінка 181 - When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.