Moby-Dick; or, The Whale · Moby-Dick, Extracts · block 37

“Which to secure, no skill of leach’s artMote him availle, but to returne againeTo his wound’s worker, that with lowly dart,Dinting his breast, had bred his restless paine,Like as the wounded whale to shore flies thro’ the maine.”

Herman Melville · 1851
Project Gutenberg #15, credited to Eugene F. Irey; updated 10 June 2026. Based on the first American edition, Harper & Brothers, 1851, according to the source catalog.
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