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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 abate

His ancient brutal claim.

Indolence is heaven’s ally here,

And energy the child of hell:

The Good Man pouring from his pitcher clear

But brims the poisoned well.

by Herman Melville

An Uninscribed Monument on One of the Battle-Fields of the Wilderness

Silence and solitude may hint

(Whose home is in yon piney wood)

What I, though tableted, could never tell--

The din which here befell,

And striving of the multitude.

The iron cones and spheres of death

Set round me in their rust,

These, too, if just,

by Herman Melville

Immolated

Children of my happier prime,

When One yet lived with me, and threw

Her rainbow over life and time,

Even Hope, my bride, and mother to you!

O, nurtured in sweet pastoral air,

And fed on flowers and light and dew

Of morning meadows -spare, ah, spare

Reproach; spare, and upbraid me not

by Herman Melville

Stonewall Jackson

Mortally Wounded at Chancellorsville

The Man who fiercest charged in fight,

Whose sword and prayer were long —

Stonewall!

Even him who stoutly stood for Wrong,

How can we praise? Yet coming days

Shall not forget him with this song.

by Herman Melville

"Formerly A Slave"

The sufferance of her race is shown,

And retrospect of life,

Which now too late deliverance dawns upon;

Yet is she not at strife.

Her children's children they shall know

The good withheld from her;

And so her reverie takes prophetic cheer--

In spirit she sees the stir.

by Herman Melville

Gettysburg

O Pride of the days in prime of the months

Now trebled in great renown,

When before the ark of our holy cause

Fell Dagon down-

Dagon foredoomed, who, armed and targed,

Never his impious heart enlarged

Beyond that hour; God walled his power,

And there the last invader charged.

by Herman Melville

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.

by Herman Melville

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 felled, and leaned

by Herman Melville

America

Where the wings of a sunny Dome expand

I saw a Banner in gladsome air-

Starry, like Berenice's Hair-

Afloat in broadened bravery there;

With undulating long-drawn flow,

As rolled Brazilian billows go

Voluminously o'er the Line.

by Herman Melville

Far Off-Shore

Look, the raft, a signal flying,

Thin--a shred;

None upon the lashed spars lying,

Quick or dead.

Cries the sea-fowl, hovering over,

"Crew, the crew?"

And the billow, reckless, rover,

Sweeps anew!

by Herman Melville

Memorials On The Slain At Chickamauga

Happy are they and charmed in life

Who through long wars arrive unscarred

At peace. To such the wreath be given,

If they unfalteringly have striven —

In honor, as in limb, unmarred.

Let cheerful praise be rife,

And let them live their years at ease,

Musing on brothers who victorious died —

by Herman Melville

Art

In placid hours well-pleased we dream

Of many a brave unbodied scheme.

But form to lend, pulsed life create,

What unlike things must meet and mate:

A flame to melt—a wind to freeze;

Sad patience—joyous energies;

Humility—yet pride and scorn;

Instinct and study; love and hate;

by Herman Melville