Author: Herman Melville

Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill In prime of morn and May, Recall ye how McClellan’s men Here stood […]

One that I cherished, Yea, loved as a son – Up early, up late with, My promising one: No use […]

The grass shall never forget this grave. When homeward footing it in the sun After the weary ride by rail, […]

When ocean-clouds over inland hills Sweep storming in late autumn brown, And horror the sodden valley fills, And the spire […]

O Pride of the days in prime of the months Now trebled in great renown, When before the ark of […]

About the Shark, phlegmatical one, Pale sot of the Maldive sea, The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim, How alert […]

Hanging from the beam, Slowly swaying (such the law), Gaunt the shadow on the green, Shenandoah! The cut is on […]

A Requiem Skimming lightly, wheeling still, The swallows fly low Over the fields in cloudy days, The forest-field of Shiloh […]

(November, 1863) A kindling impulse seized the host Inspired by heaven’s elastic air; Their hearts outran their General’s plan, Though […]