“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.”

Source: Moby Dick

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American novelist, short story writer, essayist, and poet 1818–1891

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Smiles, tears, of all my life! —and, if God choose,
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I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
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I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
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