1864 Listless he eyes the palisades And sentries in the glare; ’Tis barren as a pelican-beach But his world is ended there.

The grass shall never forget this… When homeward footing it in the su… After the weary ride by rail, The stripling soldiers passed her… Wounded perchance, or wan and pale…

(October, 1864) Shoe the steed with silver That bore him to the fray, When he heard the guns at dawning– Miles away;

When I first saw the table, dingy and dusty, in the furthest corner of the old hopper-shaped garret, and set out with broken, be-crusted old purple vials and flasks, and a ghostly, dism...

In bed we concocted our plans for the morrow. But to my surprise and no small concern, Queequeg now gave me to understand, that he had been diligently consulting Yojo—the name of his bl...

Already we are boldly launched upon the deep; but soon we shall be lost in its unshored, harbourless immensities. Ere that come to pass; ere the Pequod’s weedy hull rolls side by side w...

Next morning, Monday, after disposing of the embalmed head to a barber, for a block, I settled my own and comrade’s bill; using, however, my comrade’s money. The grinning landlord, as w...

One man we claim of wrought reknow… Which not the North shall care to… A Modern lived who sleeps in deat… Calm as the marble Ancients are: ’Tis he whose life, though a vapor…

Farewell and adieu to you noble he… Farewell and adieu to you ladies o… For I’ve received orders for to s… Deadman, But hope with the grand fleet to s…

_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;

At length, towards noon, upon the final dismissal of the ship’s riggers, and after the Pequod had been hauled out from the wharf, and after the ever-thoughtful Charity had come off in a...

How often in the years that close, When truce had stilled the sieging… The soldiers, mounting on their wo… With mutual curious glance have ru… From face to face along the fronti…

We rovers bold, To the land of Gold, Over the bowling billows are glidi… Eager to toil, For the golden spoil,

Strenuous need that head-wind be From purposed voyage that drives a… The ship, sharp-braced and dogged… Beating up against the blast. Brigs that figs for market gather,

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…