Herman Melville

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

Herman Melville Poems

41. The Stone Fleet 4/19/2010
42. The House-Top 4/19/2010
43. The Land Of Love 4/19/2010
44. In The Prison Pen 4/17/2010
45. A Dirge For Mcpherson 4/17/2010
46. Monody 4/19/2010
47. On The Slain Collegians 4/17/2010
48. On The Photograph Of A Corps Commander 4/17/2010
49. Far Off-Shore 4/17/2010
50. Pebbles 4/17/2010
51. The Ravaged Villa 4/19/2010
52. Sheridan At Cedar Creek 4/17/2010
53. On The Grave Of A Young Cavalry Officer Killed In The Valley Of Virginia 4/17/2010
54. The Released Rebel Prisoner 4/19/2010
55. The Scout Toward Aldie 4/19/2010
56. Rebel Color-Bearers At Shiloh 4/17/2010
57. The Victor Of Antietam 4/19/2010
58. Malvern Hill 4/17/2010
59. The Temeraire 4/19/2010
60. The Swamp Angel 4/19/2010
61. Epilogue 4/17/2010
62. Crossing The Tropics 4/17/2010
63. Immolated 1/3/2003
64. The Tuft Of Kelp 4/19/2010
65. Shelley's Vision 4/17/2010
66. The Night March 4/19/2010
67. Fragments Of A Lost Gnostic Poem Of The Twelfth Century 4/17/2010
68. Greek Architecture 4/17/2010
69. The Enthusiast 1/3/2003
70. A Requiem 4/17/2010
71. From The Conflict Of Convictions 4/17/2010
72. The New Zealot To The Sun 4/19/2010
73. Dupont’s Round Fight (November, 1861) 4/17/2010
74. Commemorative Of A Naval Victory 4/17/2010
75. The Mound By The Lake 1/3/2003
76. A Utilitarian View Of The Monitor's Fight 4/17/2010
77. Chattanooga 4/17/2010
78. A Meditation 4/17/2010
79. Dirge 4/17/2010
80. An Uninscribed Monument On One Of The Battle-Fields Of The Wilderness 4/17/2010

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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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