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
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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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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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