Herman Melville

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

Herman Melville Poems

1. Song of the Paddlers [excerpt] 7/1/2016
2. "The Ribs And Terrors In The Whale" 11/30/2015
3. Look-Out Mountain 4/30/2012
4. Bridegroom Dick 4/17/2010
5. Falstaff's Lament Over Prince Hal Become Henry V 4/30/2012
6. The Enviable Isles 4/19/2010
7. John Marr And Other Sailors 4/17/2010
8. L'Envoi 4/17/2010
9. The Marchioness Of Brinvilliers 4/19/2010
10. Lines Traced Under An Image Of Amor Threatening 4/17/2010
11. Lone Founts 4/17/2010
12. Off Cape Colonna 4/17/2010
13. The Bench Of Boors 4/19/2010
14. To Ned 4/19/2010
15. To The Master Of The _Meteor_ 4/19/2010
16. Old Counsel 4/17/2010
17. Herba Santa 4/17/2010
18. The Haglets 4/19/2010
19. Jack Roy 4/17/2010
20. Invocation 4/17/2010
21. Memorials On The Slain At Chickamauga 4/17/2010
22. The Apparition: A Retrospect 4/19/2010
23. The Good Craft _Snow Bird_ 4/19/2010
24. The Eagle Of The Blue 4/19/2010
25. The March Into Viriginia 4/19/2010
26. Inscription 4/17/2010
27. The Aeolian Harp 4/19/2010
28. The College Colonel 4/19/2010
29. The Man-O-War Hawk 4/19/2010
30. Pipe Song 4/17/2010
31. Tom Deadlight 4/19/2010
32. The March To The Sea 4/6/2011
33. The Fortitude Of The North 4/19/2010
34. Marlena 4/17/2010
35. The Age Of The Antonines 4/19/2010
36. Song Of Yoomy 4/19/2010
37. Gold 4/17/2010
38. The Stone Fleet 4/19/2010
39. The House-Top 4/19/2010
40. The Land Of Love 4/19/2010

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Art

In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
A flame to melt--a wind to freeze;
Sad patience--joyous energies;
Humility--yet pride and scorn;
Instinct and study; love and hate;
Audacity--reverence. These must mate,
And fuse with Jacob's mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel--Art.

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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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