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Greek Architecture

Not magnitude, not lavishness,

But Form—the Site;

Not innovating wilfulness,

But reverence for the Archetype.

by Herman Melville

A Requiem

_For Soldiers lost in Ocean Transports_

When, after storms that woodlands rue,

To valleys comes atoning dawn,

The robins blithe their orchard-sports renew;

And meadow-larks, no more withdrawn

Caroling fly in the languid blue;

The while, from many a hid recess,

Alert to partake the blessedness,

by Herman Melville

From The Conflict Of Convictions

1860-1

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 hurled

by Herman Melville

The Mound By The Lake

The grass shall never forget this grave.

When homeward footing it in the sun

After the weary ride by rail,

The stripling soldiers passed her door,

Wounded perchance, or wan and pale,

She left her household work undone -

Duly the wayside table spread,

With evergreens shaded, to regale

by Herman Melville

Commemorative Of A Naval Victory

Sailors there are of the gentlest breed,

Yet strong, like every goodly thing;

The discipline of arms refines,

And the wave gives tempering.

The damasked blade its beam can fling;

It lends the last grave grace:

The hawk, the hound, and sworded nobleman

In Titian's picture for a king,

by Herman Melville

Sheridan At Cedar Creek

(October, 1864)

Shoe the steed with silver

That bore him to the fray,

When he heard the guns at dawning—

Miles away;

When he heard them calling, calling—

Mount! nor stay:

Quick, or all is lost;

by Herman Melville

Dirge

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 thought.

by Herman Melville

Bridegroom Dick

1876

Sunning ourselves in October on a day

Balmy as spring, though the year was in decay,

I lading my pipe, she stirring her tea,

My old woman she says to me,

"Feel ye, old man, how the season mellows?"

And why should I not, blessed heart alive,

Here mellowing myself, past sixty-five,

by Herman Melville

Stonewall Jackson (Ascribed To A Virginian)

One man we claim of wrought reknown

Which not the North shall care to slur;

A Modern lived who sleeps in death,

Calm as the marble Ancients are:

'Tis he whose life, though a vapor's wreath,

Was charged with the lightning's burning breath —

Stonewall, stormer of the war.

by Herman Melville

The Enthusiast

"Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him"

Shall hearts that beat no base retreat

In youth's magnanimous years -

Ignoble hold it, if discreet

When interest tames to fears;

Shall spirits that worship light

Perfidious deem its sacred glow,

Recant, and trudge where worldlings go,

by Herman Melville

The March Into Viriginia

Did all the lets and bars appear

To every just or larger end,

Whence should come the trust and cheer?

Youth must its ignorant impulse lend —

Age finds place in the rear.

All wars are boyish, and are fought by boys,

The champions and enthusiasts of the state:

Turbid adors and vain joys

by Herman Melville

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 that crashed the deck;

But that one avalanche was all—

by Herman Melville