Herman Melville

(1 August 1819 – 28 September 1891 / New York City, New York)

"The Ribs And Terrors In The Whale" - Poem by Herman Melville

The ribs and terrors in the whale,
Arched over me a dismal gloom,
While all God's sun-lit waves rolled by,
And left me deepening down to doom.

I saw the opening maw of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there;
Which none but they that feel can tell—
Oh, I was plunging to despair.

In black distress, I called my God,
When I could scarce believe him mine,
He bowed his ear to my complaints—
No more the whale did me confine.

With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a radiant dolphin borne;
Awful, yet bright, as lightening shone
The face of my Deliverer God.

My song for ever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
I give the glory to my God,
His all the mercy and the power.


Comments about "The Ribs And Terrors In The Whale" by Herman Melville

  • Shakil Ahmed (11/30/2015 6:05:00 AM)


    My song for ever shall record
    That terrible, that joyful hour;
    I give the glory to my God,
    His all the mercy and the power. ____Beautiful lines, there is an undercurrent of rhythm through out the whole poem, well composed, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments, thanks.
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