The ribs and terrors in the whale, …
Herman Melville
Fear me, virgin whosoever …
In placid hours well-pleased we dream …
In time and measure perfect moves …
Not magnitude, not lavishness, …
Listless he eyes the palisades …
Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill …
When ocean-clouds over inland hills …
To have known him, to have loved him …
Shoe the steed with silver …
Skimming lightly, wheeling still, …
Convulsions came; and, where the field …
In bed I muse on Tenier’s boors, …
I saw a ship of martial build …
He rides at their head; …
No sleep. The sultriness pervades the air …
About the Shark, phlegmatical one, …
Did all the lets and bars appear …
Good Friday was the day …
Hanging from the beam, …
There is a coal-black Angel …
Farewell and adieu to you noble hearties,— …