Herman Melville

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

Herman Melville Poems

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


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 ...

Read the full of Misgivings


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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