The Haglets (Herman Melville Poems)
By chapel bare, with walls sea-beatThe lichened urns in wilds are lostAbout a carved memorial stoneThat shows, decayed and coral-mossed,A ...
By chapel bare, with walls sea-beatThe lichened urns in wilds are lostAbout a carved memorial stoneThat shows, decayed and coral-mossed,A ...
Once more to visit a distracted world, The spirit of sweet Peace comes trembling down,As war's ensanguined flag is newly furled, And ...
Ho! workers of the old time styledThe Gentle Craft of Leather!Young brothers of the ancient guild,Stand forth once more together!Call ...
Passing lovely was the night, Silver clouds flew o'er us, Spring, methought, with splendor dight Led the happy chorus. Sleep-entranced lay wood and dale, Empty ...
O black and unknown bards of long ago,How came your lips to touch the sacred fire?How, in your darkness, did ...
THE earth is damp: in everythingI taste the bitter breath of pallid spring.Hark! In the air a fanning sound,Like distant ...
MORTALS there are who seem, all over, flame,Vitalized radiance, keen, intense, and high,Whose souls, like planets in it dominant sky,Burn ...
Their bones lie glistening on the veldt, their shoes are rusted red,They are gone where spur and rifle are at ...
As when, on Carmel's sterile steep, The ancient prophet bowed the knee, And seven times sent his servant forth To look toward the ...
Till all sweet gums and juices flow, Till the blossom of blossoms blow, The long hours go and come and ...
The sunset lingered in the pale green West: In rosy wastes the low soft evening starWoke; while the last white ...
ILeave me; oh! leave me,Lest I find this low earth sweeter than the skies.Leave me lest I deem Faith's white ...
May 16: 1568Blow from the North, thou bitter North wind,Blow over the western bay,Where Nith and Eden and Esk run ...
READ BEFORE THE NATIONAL CONVENTION OF MEXICAN WAR VETERANS, JANUARY 16, 1874. "WHEN CALIFORNIA WAS A FOREIGN LAND!" How many ...
O brother bards, why stand ye silent all, Amidst these days of noble strife,While drum and fife and the ...
This is the Song of the Sword, A proud and a ringing song,The song of the tempered blade ...
Not his the lifelong loud renown, The head with weight of years grown gray: But his a gallant ...
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