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

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Best Poem of Herman Melville

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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The Mound By The Lake

The grass shall never forget this grave.
When homeward footing it in the sun
After the weary ride by rail,
The stripling soldiers passed her door,
Wounded perchance, or wan and pale,
She left her household work undone -
Duly the wayside table spread,
With evergreens shaded, to regale
Each travel-spent and grateful one.

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