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…

June, 1865 Armies he’s seen—the herds of war, But never such swarms of men As now in the Nineveh of the Nort… How mad the Rebellion then!

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…

It was quite late in the evening w… Two enormous wooden pots painted b… I was called from these reflection… “Get along with ye,” said she to t… “Come on, Queequeg,” said I, “all…

When I removed into the country,… The house is old. Seventy years s… Whoever built the house, he builde… Now, for a house, so situated in s… During the first year of my reside…

“Few of us doubt, gentlemen, that… ”This preamble laid down, I begin… “It seems to me, in my visions, th… ”Now in an artificial world like o… “Bacon’s brains were mere watch-ma…

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…

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!…

_From ‘Rammon.’_ Through storms you reach them and… storms are free. Afar descried, the foremost drear… But, nearer, green; and, on the ma…

While faith forecasts millennial y… Spite Europe’s embattled lines, Back to the Past one glance be ca… The Age of the Antonines! O summit of fate, O zenith of tim…

IN relating to my friends various… The word ’Gee (g hard) is an abbr… Of all men seamen have strong prej… The Isle of Fogo, that is, “Fire… In his best estate the 'Gee is ra…

Youth is the time when hearts are… And stirring wars Appeal to the spirit which appeals… To the blade it draws. If woman incite, and duty show

(Indicative of the Passion of the… on the 15th Day of April, 1865) * * * Good Friday was the day Of the prodigy and crime,

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,

One that I cherished, Yea, loved as a son - Up early, up late with, My promising one: No use in good nurture,