#AmericanWriters
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…
Did all the lets and bars appear To every just or larger end, Whence should come the trust and c… Youth must its ignorant impulse le… Age finds place in the rear.
ALOFT he guards the starry folds Who is the brother of the star; The bird whose joy is in the wind Exulteth in the war. No painted plume—a sober hue,
We drop our dead in the sea, The bottomless, bottomless sea; Each bubble a hollow sigh, As it sinks forever and aye. We drop our dead in the sea,—
Hail! voyagers, hail! Whence e’er ye come, where’er ye r… No calmer strand, No sweeter land, Will e’er ye view, than the Land…
"Though He slay me, yet will I… Shall hearts that beat no base ret… In youth’s magnanimous years - Ignoble hold it, if discreet When interest tames to fears;
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 behalf of the dignity of whalin… It is well known that at the coron… But the only thing to be considere… Think of that, ye loyal Britons!…
Departed the pride, and the glory… The vaunt of her isles sleeps deep… That rolls o’er his corse with a h… His warriors bend over their spear… His sisters gaze upward and mourn.
IN THE year 1799, Captain Amas… On the second day, not long after… The morning was one peculiar to th… To Captain Delano’s surprise, the… But whatever misgivings might have…
Gold in the mountain, And gold in the glen, And greed in the heart, Heaven having no part, And unsatisfied men.
That cursed man low sitting on the… Musing full sadly in his sullein m… His griesly lockes long grouen and… Disordered hong about his shoulder… And hid his face, through which hi…
_If Luther’s day expand to Darwin… _Shall that exclude the hope—forec… Unmoved by all the claims our time… The ancient Sphinx still keeps th… shade;
The sufferance of her race is show… And retrospect of life, Which now too late deliverance daw… Yet is she not at strife. Her children’s children they shall…
_Commemorative of the Dissolution… May, 1865 What power disbands the Northern… After their steely play? The lonely watcher feels an awe