Herman Melville

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

Herman Melville Poems

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

Healed of my hurt, I laud the inhuman Sea--
Yea, bless the Angels Four that there convene;
For healed I am even by the pitiless breath
Distilled in wholesome dew named rosmarine.

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