Herman Melville

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

Herman Melville Poems

81. The Night March 4/19/2010
82. The Portent 1/3/2003
83. The Ravaged Villa 4/19/2010
84. The Released Rebel Prisoner 4/19/2010
85. The Scout Toward Aldie 4/19/2010
86. The Stone Fleet 4/19/2010
87. The Swamp Angel 4/19/2010
88. The Temeraire 4/19/2010
89. The Tuft Of Kelp 4/19/2010
90. The Victor Of Antietam 4/19/2010
91. To Ned 4/19/2010
92. To The Master Of The _Meteor_ 4/19/2010
93. Tom Deadlight 4/19/2010
94. We Fish 4/19/2010
Best Poem of Herman Melville

Gold In The Mountain

Gold in the mountain,
And gold in the glen,
And greed in the heart,
Heaven having no part,
And unsatisfied men.

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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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