 With the bloody, blind film before my eyes, there was a still stranger hum in my head, as if a hornet were there; and I thought to myself, Great God! this is Death! Yet these thoughts were unmixed with alarm. Like frost-work that flashes and shifts its...  Putnam's Monthly - Pàgina 1601853Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Herman Melville - 1892 - 396 pàgines
...stranger hum in my head, as if a hornet were there ; and I thought to myself, Great God ! this is Death ! Yet these thoughts were unmixed with alarm. Like frost-work...how much longer it would be, ere all was over and I struck. Time_seemed to stand still, and |C all the worlds seemed poisecf on "their poles, as 1 fel£... | |
 | Herman Melville - 1892 - 474 pàgines
...stranger hum in my head, as if a hornet were there; and I thought to myself, Great God! this is Death! Yet these thoughts were unmixed with alarm. Like frost-work...of wondering how much longer it would be, ere \ all the worlds seemed poised on their poles, as I fell, soulall was over and I struck. Time seemed to stand... | |
 | Herman Melville - 1892 - 788 pàgines
...bum in my head, a» if a hornet were there ; and I thought to myself, Great God ! this is Death ! Tet these thoughts were unmixed with alarm. Like frost-work...protracted did my fall seem, that I can even now recall the f eeling of wondering how much longer it would be, ere all was over and I struck. Time seemed to stand... | |
 | Raymond Melbourne Weaver - 1921 - 442 pàgines
...stranger hum in my head, as if a hornet were there; and I thought to myself, Great God! this is Death! Yet these thoughts were unmixed with alarm. Like frost-work...how much longer it would be, ere all was over and I struck. Time seemed to stand still, and all the worlds seemed poised on their poles, as I fell, soulbecalmed,... | |
 | Herman Melville - 1922 - 524 pàgines
...stranger hum in my head, as if a hornet were there ; and I thought to myself, Great God ! this is Death ! Yet these thoughts were unmixed with alarm. Like frostwork...how much longer it would be, ere all was over and I struck. Time seemed to stand still, and all the worlds seemed poised on then- poles, as I fell, soul-becalmed,... | |
 | Herman Melville - 1970 - 520 pàgines
...the deck, but would sink into the speechless profound of the sea. frost-work that flashes and shitts its scared hues in the sun, all my braided, blended...how much longer it would be, ere all was over and I struck. Time seemed to stand still, and all the worlds seemed poised on their poles, as I fell, soul-becalmed,... | |
 | Herman Melville - 1983 - 1470 pàgines
...stranger hum in my head, as if a hornet were there; and I thought to myself, Great God! this is Death! Yet these thoughts were unmixed with alarm. Like frost-work...how much longer it would be, ere all was over and I struck. Time seemed to stand still, and all the worlds seemed poised on their poles, as I fell, soul-becalmed,... | |
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