Herman Melville

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

Herman Melville Poems

1. A Dirge For Mcpherson 4/17/2010
2. A Meditation 4/17/2010
3. A Requiem 4/17/2010
4. A Utilitarian View Of The Monitor's Fight 4/17/2010
5. America 1/3/2003
6. An Uninscribed Monument On One Of The Battle-Fields Of The Wilderness 4/17/2010
7. Art 1/3/2003
8. Aurora Borealis 4/17/2010
9. Ball's Bluff: A Reverie 4/17/2010
10. Bridegroom Dick 4/17/2010
11. Chattanooga 4/17/2010
12. Commemorative Of A Naval Victory 4/17/2010
13. Crossing The Tropics 4/17/2010
14. Dirge 4/17/2010
15. Dupont’s Round Fight (November, 1861) 4/17/2010
16. Epilogue 4/17/2010
17. Falstaff's Lament Over Prince Hal Become Henry V 4/30/2012
18. Far Off-Shore 4/17/2010
19. Formerly A Slave 4/17/2010
20. Fragments Of A Lost Gnostic Poem Of The Twelfth Century 4/17/2010
21. From The Conflict Of Convictions 4/17/2010
22. Gettysburg 1/20/2003
23. Gold 4/17/2010
24. Gold In The Mountain 1/3/2003
25. Greek Architecture 4/17/2010
26. Healed Of My Hurt 1/3/2003
27. Herba Santa 4/17/2010
28. Immolated 1/3/2003
29. In The Prison Pen 4/17/2010
30. Inscription 4/17/2010
31. Invocation 4/17/2010
32. Jack Roy 4/17/2010
33. John Marr And Other Sailors 4/17/2010
34. L'Envoi 4/17/2010
35. Lines Traced Under An Image Of Amor Threatening 4/17/2010
36. Lone Founts 4/17/2010
37. Look-Out Mountain 4/30/2012
38. Malvern Hill 4/17/2010
39. Marlena 4/17/2010
40. Memorials On The Slain At Chickamauga 4/17/2010
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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Immolated

Children of my happier prime,
When One yet lived with me, and threw
Her rainbow over life and time,
Even Hope, my bride, and mother to you!
O, nurtured in sweet pastoral air,
And fed on flowers and light and dew
Of morning meadows -spare, ah, spare
Reproach; spare, and upbraid me not
That, yielding scarce to reckless mood,

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