Herman MelvilleMacmillan and Company, 1926 - 204 psl. |
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Acushnet admiration Ahab Ahab's American Athenæum Battle-Pieces beauty Benito Cereno Billy Budd Blake boat Captain Delano Cereno chapter Clarel Confidence-Man crew cries death England English eternal eyes father feel flogging Gansevoort genius harpoon Hawthorne Hawthorne's heart Herman Melville Hunilla imagination infinite island Israel Potter J. A. SYMONDS Jack Chase later less Leviathan light living London Long Ghost look lyrical Mardi Melville's mind Moby-Dick Mocha Dick mother mysterious narrative native natural never Omoo Pacific passages passion Pequod perverse Peter Gansevoort phrase Piazza Tales Pierre Glendinning pleasant poems poetry praise pride prose published R. H. Dana readers Redburn rhythm sailed sailor satire says scene seemed seen ship Sir LESLIE STEPHEN soul speaks spirit Stone Fleet story strange suppressions Taji things thought tion touch truth Typee verse voyage whale White Jacket writing written wrote Yillah young youth
Populiarios ištraukos
92 psl. - And we Americans are the peculiar, chosen people - the Israel of our time; we bear the ark of the liberties of the world.
51 psl. - I am so pulled hither and thither by circumstances. The calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man ought always to compose, — that, I fear, can seldom be mine.
131 psl. - One person excepted the master-at-arms was perhaps the only man in the ship intellectually capable of adequately appreciating the moral phenomenon presented in Billy Budd. And the insight but intensified his passion, which assuming various secret forms within him, at times assumed that of cynic disdain— disdain of innocence— To be nothing more than innocent!
128 psl. - Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I.
150 psl. - The last seen of lone Hunilla she was passing into Payta town, riding upon a small gray ass; and before her on the ass's shoulders, she eyed the jointed workings of the beast's armorial cross.
145 psl. - The heart of the eternal pyramids, it seemed, wherein, by some strange magic, through the clefts, grass,seed, dropped by birds, had sprung. Strangely huddled at the base of the wall, his knees drawn up, and lying on his side, his head touching the cold stones, I saw the wasted Bartleby.
123 psl. - Oh, lonely death on lonely life! Oh, now I feel my topmost greatness lies in my topmost grief. Ho, ho! from all your furthest bounds, pour ye now in, ye bold billows of my whole foregone life, and top this one piled comber of my death ! Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.
134 psl. - Billy stood facing aft. At the penultimate moment, his words, his only ones, words wholly unobstructed in the utterance, were these: "God bless Captain Vere!
146 psl. - As at last the boat was hooked from the bow along toward the gangway amidship, its keel, while yet some inches separated from the hull, harshly grated as on a sunken coral reef. It proved a huge bunch of...
56 psl. - His nose is straight and rather handsome, his mouth expressive of sensibility and emotion. He is tall, and erect, with an air free, brave and manly. When conversing, he is full of gesture and force, and loses himself in his subject. There is no grace, nor polish. Once in a while, his animation gives place to a singularly quiet expression...