Where is the world we roved, Ned… Hollows thereof lay rich in shade By voyagers old inviolate thrown Ere Paul Pry cruised with Pelf a… To us old lads some thoughts come…

WHO inhabiteth the Mountain That it shines in lurid light, And is rolled about with thunders, And terrors, and a blight, Like Kaf the peak of Eblis–

In bed I muse on Tenier’s boors, Embrowned and beery losels all; A wakeful brain Elaborates pain: Within low doors the slugs of boor…

Returning to the Spouter-Inn from… But being now interrupted, he put… With much interest I sat watching… Whilst I was thus closely scannin… As I sat there in that now lonely…

A goodly ship with banners bravely… And flag in her top-gallant I esp… Ere quitting Rodondo, it must not… Thus saved from destruction hersel… This enigmatic craft—American in…

As Queequeg’s Ramadan, or Fastin… I say, we good Presbyterian Chris… Towards evening, when I felt assu… “Queequeg!—Queequeg!”—all still.… Mrs. Hussey soon appeared, with a…

I and my chimney, two grey-headed… Though I always say, I and My Ch… But it is within doors that the pr… From this habitual precedence of m… My chimney is grand seignior here—…

Aloof they crown the foreland lone… From aloft they loftier rise— Fair columns, in the aureole rolle… From sunned Greek seas and skies. They wax, sublimed to fancy’s view…

Where the wings of a sunny Dome e… I saw a Banner in gladsome air– Starry, like Berenice’s Hair– Afloat in broadened bravery there; With undulating long-drawn flow,

Gold in the mountain, And gold in the glen, And greed in the heart, Heaven having no part, And unsatisfied men.

It was not a great while after the… Soon his steady, ivory stride was… But on the occasion in question, t… “D’ye mark him, Flask?” whispered… The hours wore on;—Ahab now shut…

Sailors there are of the gentlest… Yet strong, like every goodly thin… The discipline of arms refines, And the wave gives tempering. The damasked blade its beam can fl…

When ocean-clouds over inland hill… Sweep storming in late autumn brow… And horror the sodden valley fills… And the spire falls crashing in th… I muse upon my country’s ills—

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—n… There now is your insular city of… Circumambulate the city of a dream… But look! here come more crowds, p… Once more. Say you are in the cou…

If I had been astonished at first… In thoroughfares nigh the docks, a… But, besides the Feegeeans, Tonga… No town-bred dandy will compare wi… But think not that this famous tow…