Herman Melville

Herman Melville

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Herman Melville (August 1, 1819 – September 28, 1891) was an American novelist, short story writer, and poet of the American Renaissance period. Among his best-known works are Moby-Dick, Typee, a romanticized account of his experiences in Polynesia, and Billy Budd, Sailor, a posthumously published novella.
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Greek Architecture

Not magnitude, not lavishness,
But Form—the Site;
Not innovating wilfulness,
But reverence for the Archetype
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From The Conflict Of Convictions

The Ancient of Days forever is young,  Forever the scheme of Nature thrives;
I know a wind in purpose strong--  It spins _against_ the way it drives
What if the gulfs their slimed foundations    bare
So deep must the stones be
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Fragments Of A Lost Gnostic Poem Of The Twelfth Century

Found a family, build a state,
The pledged event is still the same:
Matter in end will never
His ancient brutal claim
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The Scout Toward Aldie

The cavalry-camp lies on the slope Of what was late a vernal hill,
But now like a pavement bare—An outpost in the perilous wilds Which ever are lone and still; But Mosby's men are there — Of Mosby best beware
Great trees the troopers fel...
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The Mound By The Lake

The grass shall never forget this grave
When homeward footing it in the
After the weary ride by rail,
The stripling soldiers passed her door,
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Memorials On The Slain At Chickamauga

Happy are they and charmed in life  Who through long wars arrive
At peace
To such the wreath be given,
If they unfalteringly have striven —  In honor, as in limb, unmarred
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The Maldive Shark

About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim,
How alert in attendance be
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The Enthusiast

"Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him"Shall hearts that beat no base
In youth's magnanimous years - Ignoble hold it, if
When interest tames to fears;
Shall spirits that worship
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Healed Of My Hurt

Healed of my hurt,
I laud the inhuman Sea—Yea, bless the Angels Four that there convene;
For healed I am even by the pitiless breath Distilled in wholesome dew named rosmarine
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The Portent

Hanging from the beam,
Slowly swaying (such the law),
Gaunt the shadow on the green,
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Children of my happier prime,
When One yet lived with me, and
Her rainbow over life and time,
Even Hope, my bride, and mother to you
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For Graves at Pea Ridge,
Let none misgive we died amiss  When here we strove in furious fight:
Furious it was; nathless was this  Better than tranquil plight,
And tame surrender of the
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Gold In The Mountain

Gold in the mountain,
And gold in the glen,
And greed in the heart,
Heaven having no part,
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The Berg

I saw a ship of material build (Her standards set, her brave apparel on) Directed as by madness mere Against a solid iceberg steer,
Nor budge it, though the infactuate ship went down
The impact made huge ice-cubes fall Sullen in tons tha...
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O Pride of the days in prime of the
Now trebled in great renown,
When before the ark of our holy
Fell Dagon down-Dagon foredoomed, who, armed and targed,
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We drop our dead in the sea, The bottomless, bottomless sea;
Each bubble a hollow sigh, As it sinks forever and aye
We drop our dead in the sea,-- The dead reek not of aught;
We drop our dead in the sea,-- The sea ne'er gives it a t...
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