 | David Herbert Lawrence - 1998 - 404 psl.
...ship, nailed by Tashtego's hammer, the hammer of the American Indian. The eagle of the spirit. Sunk! Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning...sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.* So ends one of the strangest and most wonderful books in the world, closing up its mystery and its... | |
 | Herman Melville - 1998 - 68 psl.
...sight. AHAB. My ship, my ship! ISHMAEL. Small birds screamed. The sullen white surf beat over the spot. Then all collapsed and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago. AHAB. Thou damned whale! To the last, I grapple with thee. From hell's heart, I stab at thee. For hate's... | |
 | Henry G. Bugbee - 1999 - 252 psl.
...reckoning has run its course, and shipwreck places a seal on human lips, there is yet a word spoken: Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning...sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago. Things exist in their own right; it is a lesson that escapes us except as they hold us in awe. Except... | |
 | Nick Selby - 1999 - 188 psl.
...cardinal defects - egotistic self-inflation and unleashed wrath - was, at the end, fatefully exterminated, 'and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.' The reader has had his catharsis, equilibrium has been restored, sanity is vindicated. . . . Moby-Dick... | |
 | Mona Berman - 2001 - 180 psl.
...narrator who has the last word in the majestic conclusion of Moby Dick with the unforgettable image: 'Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning...sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.' My whale-watching escapades were curtailed when you finally made the decision to come back home after... | |
 | Roger Bartra - 2002 - 268 psl.
...to hell till she had dragged a living part of heaven along with her, and helmeted herself with it. Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning...the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.39 Lest we be covered by a giant shroud, we must bury our weapons, leave the ship in the jungle,... | |
 | Vincenzo Ruggiero - 2003 - 280 psl.
...she had dragged a living part of heaven along with her, and helmeted herself with it'. All collapses, 'and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago' (Moby Dick: 582). Melville's allegory of evil and madness inspires generation after generation of critics,... | |
 | Edgar A. Dryden - 2004 - 256 psl.
...or a monument. Such a dignity and purity are suggested by the final lines of the narrative proper: "Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning...sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago" (572). The quiet seriousness of these lines suggest that the entire novel, like the six-inch chapter... | |
 | Tom Waldron - 2004 - 328 psl.
...had so easily swallowed up Coastal I: "Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf . . . and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago. " After the March 1985 sinking of the Coastal /, Vinny worked for a while on another fishing boat but... | |
 | Albert Clarkson - 2004 - 598 psl.
...future so foreshadowedly bleak!, have perished beneath the countless waves, Melville tells us only that the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago." Go on. Yes.... "This Shining Sea we supposedly waged the Eco War to save, this Deadly Deep, this Evil... | |
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Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago. 
