Herman Melville

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

Herman Melville Poems

1. Bridegroom Dick 4/17/2010
2. Falstaff's Lament Over Prince Hal Become Henry V 4/30/2012
3. L'Envoi 4/17/2010
4. The Enviable Isles 4/19/2010
5. John Marr And Other Sailors 4/17/2010
6. The Marchioness Of Brinvilliers 4/19/2010
7. Look-Out Mountain 4/30/2012
8. Song Of Yoomy 4/19/2010
9. Lines Traced Under An Image Of Amor Threatening 4/17/2010
10. Lone Founts 4/17/2010
11. Off Cape Colonna 4/17/2010
12. The Bench Of Boors 4/19/2010
13. To Ned 4/19/2010
14. To The Master Of The _Meteor_ 4/19/2010
15. The Haglets 4/19/2010
16. Old Counsel 4/17/2010
17. Herba Santa 4/17/2010
18. Stonewall Jackson 4/19/2010
19. Jack Roy 4/17/2010
20. Invocation 4/17/2010
21. The Apparition: A Retrospect 4/19/2010
22. The Figure-Head 4/19/2010
23. Memorials On The Slain At Chickamauga 4/17/2010
24. The Good Craft _Snow Bird_ 4/19/2010
25. The Eagle Of The Blue 4/19/2010
26. The Man-O-War Hawk 4/19/2010
27. Inscription 4/17/2010
28. The Aeolian Harp 4/19/2010
29. The College Colonel 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. Stonewall Jackson (Ascribed To A Virginian) 4/19/2010
35. Marlena 4/17/2010
36. Gold 4/17/2010
37. The Age Of The Antonines 4/19/2010
38. The Stone Fleet 4/19/2010
39. The House-Top 4/19/2010
40. The Land Of Love 4/19/2010
Best Poem of Herman Melville

America

I

Where the wings of a sunny Dome expand
I saw a Banner in gladsome air-
Starry, like Berenice's Hair-
Afloat in broadened bravery there;
With undulating long-drawn flow,
As rolled Brazilian billows go
Voluminously o'er the Line.
The Land reposed in peace below;
The children in their glee
Were folded to the exulting heart
Of young Maternity.

II

Later, and it streamed in fight
When tempest mingled with the fray,
And over the spear-point of the shaft
I saw the ambiguous lightning play.
Valor with Valor strove, and died:
Fierce ...

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Gettysburg

O Pride of the days in prime of the months
Now trebled in great renown,
When before the ark of our holy cause
Fell Dagon down-
Dagon foredoomed, who, armed and targed,
Never his impious heart enlarged
Beyond that hour; God walled his power,
And there the last invader charged.

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