Herman Melville

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

Herman Melville Poems

41. Memorials On The Slain At Chickamauga 4/17/2010
42. Misgivings 1/3/2003
43. Monody 4/19/2010
44. Off Cape Colonna 4/17/2010
45. Old Counsel 4/17/2010
46. On The Grave Of A Young Cavalry Officer Killed In The Valley Of Virginia 4/17/2010
47. On The Photograph Of A Corps Commander 4/17/2010
48. On The Slain Collegians 4/17/2010
49. Pebbles 4/17/2010
50. Pipe Song 4/17/2010
51. Rebel Color-Bearers At Shiloh 4/17/2010
52. Shelley's Vision 4/17/2010
53. Sheridan At Cedar Creek 4/17/2010
54. Shiloh - A Requiem 1/3/2003
55. Song Of Yoomy 4/19/2010
56. Stonewall Jackson 4/19/2010
57. Stonewall Jackson (Ascribed To A Virginian) 4/19/2010
58. The Aeolian Harp 4/19/2010
59. The Age Of The Antonines 4/19/2010
60. The Apparition: A Retrospect 4/19/2010
61. The Bench Of Boors 4/19/2010
62. The Berg (A Dream) 1/3/2003
63. The College Colonel 4/19/2010
64. The Eagle Of The Blue 4/19/2010
65. The Enthusiast 1/3/2003
66. The Enviable Isles 4/19/2010
67. The Figure-Head 4/19/2010
68. The Fortitude Of The North 4/19/2010
69. The Good Craft _Snow Bird_ 4/19/2010
70. The Haglets 4/19/2010
71. The House-Top 4/19/2010
72. The Land Of Love 4/19/2010
73. The Maldive Shark 1/3/2003
74. The Man-O-War Hawk 4/19/2010
75. The March Into Viriginia 4/19/2010
76. The March To The Sea 4/6/2011
77. The Marchioness Of Brinvilliers 4/19/2010
78. The Martyr 4/19/2010
79. The Mound By The Lake 1/3/2003
80. The New Zealot To The Sun 4/19/2010
Best Poem of Herman Melville

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.

He charged, and in that charge condensed
His all of hate and all of fire;
He sought to blast us in his scorn,
And wither us in his ire.
Before him went the shriek of shells-
Aerial screamings, taunts and yells;
Then the three waves in flashed advance
Surged, but were met,...

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The Mound By The Lake

The grass shall never forget this grave.
When homeward footing it in the sun
After the weary ride by rail,
The stripling soldiers passed her door,
Wounded perchance, or wan and pale,
She left her household work undone -
Duly the wayside table spread,
With evergreens shaded, to regale
Each travel-spent and grateful one.

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