Herman Melville

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

Herman Melville Poems

1. We Fish 4/19/2010
2. Tom Deadlight 4/19/2010
3. To The Master Of The _Meteor_ 4/19/2010
4. To Ned 4/19/2010
5. The Victor Of Antietam 4/19/2010
6. The Tuft Of Kelp 4/19/2010
7. The Temeraire 4/19/2010
8. The Swamp Angel 4/19/2010
9. The Stone Fleet 4/19/2010
10. The Scout Toward Aldie 4/19/2010
11. The Released Rebel Prisoner 4/19/2010
12. The Ravaged Villa 4/19/2010
13. The Portent 1/3/2003
14. The Night March 4/19/2010
15. The New Zealot To The Sun 4/19/2010
16. The Mound By The Lake 1/3/2003
17. The Martyr 4/19/2010
18. The Marchioness Of Brinvilliers 4/19/2010
19. The March To The Sea 4/6/2011
20. The March Into Viriginia 4/19/2010
21. The Man-O-War Hawk 4/19/2010
22. The Maldive Shark 1/3/2003
23. The Land Of Love 4/19/2010
24. The House-Top 4/19/2010
25. The Haglets 4/19/2010
26. The Good Craft _Snow Bird_ 4/19/2010
27. The Fortitude Of The North 4/19/2010
28. The Figure-Head 4/19/2010
29. The Enviable Isles 4/19/2010
30. The Enthusiast 1/3/2003
31. The Eagle Of The Blue 4/19/2010
32. The College Colonel 4/19/2010
33. The Berg (A Dream) 1/3/2003
34. The Bench Of Boors 4/19/2010
35. The Apparition: A Retrospect 4/19/2010
36. The Age Of The Antonines 4/19/2010
37. The Aeolian Harp 4/19/2010
38. Stonewall Jackson (Ascribed To A Virginian) 4/19/2010
39. Stonewall Jackson 4/19/2010
40. Song Of Yoomy 4/19/2010
Best Poem of Herman Melville

America

I

Where the wings of a sunny Dome expand
I saw a Banner in gladsome air-
Starry, like Berenice's Hair-
Afloat in broadened bravery there;
With undulating long-drawn flow,
As rolled Brazilian billows go
Voluminously o'er the Line.
The Land reposed in peace below;
The children in their glee
Were folded to the exulting heart
Of young Maternity.

II

Later, and it streamed in fight
When tempest mingled with the fray,
And over the spear-point of the shaft
I saw the ambiguous lightning play.
Valor with Valor strove, and died:
Fierce ...

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Gettysburg

O Pride of the days in prime of the months
Now trebled in great renown,
When before the ark of our holy cause
Fell Dagon down-
Dagon foredoomed, who, armed and targed,
Never his impious heart enlarged
Beyond that hour; God walled his power,
And there the last invader charged.

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