Herman Melville Poems

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Herman Melville
Herman Melville (August 1, 1819 September 28, 1891) was an American novelist, short story writer, essayist, and poet. His first two books gained much attention, though they were not bestsellers, and his popularity declined precipitously only a few years later. By the time of his death he had been almost completely forgotten, but his longest novel, Moby-Dick largely considered a failure during his lifetime, and most responsible for Melville's fall from favor with the reading public was rediscovered in the 20th century as one of the chief literary masterpieces of both American and world literature.

lucinda matlock
 
 
I went to the dances at Chandlerville,
And played snap-out at Winchester.
One time we chan... [read poem]
margaret fuller slack
 
 
I would have been as great as George Eliot
But for an untoward fate.
For look at the photo... [read poem]
mrs. benjamin pantier
 
 
I know that he told that I snared his soul
With a snare which bled him to death.
And all t... [read poem]
the portent (1859)
 
 
Hanging from the beam,
Slowly swaying (such the law),
Gaunt the shadow on your green,... [read poem]
dora williams
 
 
When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me
I went to Springfield. There I met a lush,
Whose... [read poem]
state's attorney fallas
 
 
I, the scourge-wielder, balance-wrecker,
Smiter with whips and swords;
I, hater of the bre... [read poem]
davis matlock
 
 
Suppose it is nothing but the hive:
That there are drones and workers
And queens, and noth... [read poem]
lyman king
 
 
You may think, passer-by, that Fate
Is a pit-fall outside of yourself,
Around which you ma... [read poem]
the maldive shark
 
 
About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea
The sleek little pilot-fish... [read poem]
washington mcneely
 
 
Rich, honored by my fellow citizens,
The father of many children, born of a noble mother,
... [read poem]
seth compton
 
 
When I died, the circulating library
Which I built up for Spoon River,
And managed for the... [read poem]
mrs. kessler
 
 
Mr. Kessler, you know, was in the army,
And he drew six dollars a month as a pension,
And ... [read poem]
anne rutledge
 
 
Out of me unworthy and unknown
The vibrations of deathless music:
"With malice toward none... [read poem]
the unknown
 
 
Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknown
Who lies here with no stone to mark the pl... [read poem]
the circuit judge
 
 
Take note, passers-by, of the sharp erosions
Eaten in my head-stone by the wind and rain --... [read poem]
sarah brown
 
 
Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree.
The balmy air of spring whispers through... [read poem]
widow mcfarlane
 
 
I was the Widow McFarlane,
Weaver of carpets for all the village.
And I pity you still at ... [read poem]
conrad siever
 
 
Not in that wasted garden
Where bodies are drawn into grass
That feeds no flocks, and into... [read poem]
eugenia todd
 
 
Have any of you, passers-by,
Had an old tooth that was an unceasing discomfort?
Or a pain ... [read poem]
rutherford mcdowell
 
 
They brought me ambrotypes
Of the old pioneers to enlarge.
And sometimes one sat for me --... [read poem]
yee bow
 
 
They got me into the Sunday-school
In Spoon River
And tried to get me to drop Confucius fo... [read poem]
benjamin pantier
 
 
Together in this grave lie Benjamin Pantier, attorney at law,
And Nig, his dog, constant compan... [read poem]
carl hamblin
 
 
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked,
And I was tarred and feathered,
F... [read poem]
lambert hutchins
 
 
I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk:
One, the house I built on the hill,
Wit... [read poem]
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