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 the Paddlers [excerpt] 7/1/2016
56. Song Of Yoomy 4/19/2010
57. Stonewall Jackson 4/19/2010
58. Stonewall Jackson (Ascribed To A Virginian) 4/19/2010
59. The Aeolian Harp 4/19/2010
60. The Age Of The Antonines 4/19/2010
61. The Apparition: A Retrospect 4/19/2010
62. The Bench Of Boors 4/19/2010
63. The Berg (A Dream) 1/3/2003
64. The College Colonel 4/19/2010
65. The Eagle Of The Blue 4/19/2010
66. The Enthusiast 1/3/2003
67. The Enviable Isles 4/19/2010
68. The Figure-Head 4/19/2010
69. The Fortitude Of The North 4/19/2010
70. The Good Craft _Snow Bird_ 4/19/2010
71. The Haglets 4/19/2010
72. The House-Top 4/19/2010
73. The Land Of Love 4/19/2010
74. The Maldive Shark 1/3/2003
75. The Man-O-War Hawk 4/19/2010
76. The March Into Viriginia 4/19/2010
77. The March To The Sea 4/6/2011
78. The Marchioness Of Brinvilliers 4/19/2010
79. The Martyr 4/19/2010
80. The Mound By The Lake 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Herman Melville

Misgivings

When ocean-clouds over inland hills
Sweep storming in late autumn brown,
And horror the sodden valley fills,
And the spire falls crashing in the town,
I muse upon my country's ills--
The tempest burning from the waste of Time
On the world's fairest hope linked with man's foulest crime.

Nature's dark side is heeded now--
(Ah! optimist-cheer dishartened flown)--
A child may read the moody brow
Of yon black mountain lone.
With shouts the torrents down the gorges go,
And storms are formed behind the storms we feel:
The hemlock shakes in the ...

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The Berg (A Dream)

I saw a ship of material build
(Her standards set, her brave apparel on)
Directed as by madness mere
Against a solid iceberg steer,
Nor budge it, though the infactuate ship went down.
The impact made huge ice-cubes fall
Sullen in tons that crashed the deck;
But that one avalanche was all--
No other movement save the foundering wreck.

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