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The Figure-head The Figure-head

The Figure-head
The _Charles-and-Emma_ seaward sped,(Named from the carven pair at prow,)He so smart, and a curly head,She tricked forth as a bride knows how:Pretty stem for the port, I trow!But iron-rust and alum-sprayAnd chafing gear, and sun and dewVexed this lad and lassie gay,Tears in their eyes, salt tears nor few; And the hug relaxed with the failing glue.But came in end a dismal night,With creaking beams and ribs that groan,A black lee-shore and waters white:Dropped on the reef, the pair lie prone: O, the breakers dance, but the winds they moan!(The end)Herman Melville's poem: Figure-Head... Poems - Post by : trulyers - Date : January 2011 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 2232

The Man-of-war Hawk The Man-of-war Hawk

The Man-of-war Hawk
Yon black man-of-war-hawk that wheels in the lightO'er the black ship's white sky-s'l, sunned cloud to the sight,Have we low-flyers wings to ascend to his height?No arrow can reach him; nor thought can attainTo the placid supreme in the sweep of his reign.(The end)Herman Melville's poem: Man-Of-War Hawk... Poems - Post by : Jeremy_Burns - Date : January 2011 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 707

Far Off-shore Far Off-shore

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!(The end)Herman Melville's poem: Far Off-Shore... Poems - Post by : ebiz4u - Date : January 2011 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 3290

To The Master Of The 'meteor' To The Master Of The "meteor"

To The Master Of The 'meteor'
Lonesome on earth's loneliest deep,Sailor! who dost thy vigil keep--Off the Cape of Storms dost musing sweepOver monstrous waves that curl and comb;Of thee we think when here from brinkWe blow the mead in bubbling foam.Of thee we think, in a ring we link;To the shearer of ocean's fleece we drink,And the _Meteor_ rolling home.(The end)Herman Melville's poem: To The Master Of The "Meteor"... Poems - Post by : tapatti - Date : January 2011 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 1320

The Aeolian Harp The Aeolian Harp

The Aeolian Harp
_At The Surf Inn_List the harp in window wailing Stirred by fitful gales from sea:Shrieking up in mad crescendo-- Dying down in plaintive key!Listen: less a strain idealThan Ariel's rendering of the Real. What that Real is, let hint A picture stamped in memory's mint.Braced well up, with beams aslant,Betwixt the continents sails the _Phocion,_For Baltimore bound from Alicant.Blue breezy skies white fleeces fleckOver the chill blue white-capped ocean:From yard-arm comes--"Wreck ho, a wreck!"Dismasted and adrift,Longtime a thing forsaken;Overwashed by every waveLike the slumbering kraken;Heedless if the billow roar,Oblivious of the lull,Leagues and leagues from shoal or shore,It swims--a levelled hull:Bulwarks... Poems - Post by : padin - Date : January 2011 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 596

The Haglets The Haglets

The Haglets
By chapel bare, with walls sea-beatThe lichened urns in wilds are lostAbout a carved memorial stoneThat shows, decayed and coral-mossed,A form recumbent, swords at feet,Trophies at head, and kelp for a winding-sheet.I invoke thy ghost, neglected fane,Washed by the waters' long lament;I adjure the recumbent effigyTo tell the cenotaph's intent--Reveal why fagotted swords are at feet,Why trophies appear and weeds are the winding-sheet.By open ports the Admiral sits,And shares repose with guns that tellOf power that smote the arm'd Plate FleetWhose sinking flag-ship's colors fell;But over the Admiral floats in lightHis squadron's flag, the red-cross Flag of the White. The eddying... Poems - Post by : Holly - Date : January 2011 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 3293

Jack Roy Jack Roy

Jack Roy
Kept up by relays of generations youngNever dies at halyards the blithe chorus sung;While in sands, sounds, and seas where the storm-petrels cry,Dropped mute around the globe, these halyard singers lie.Short-lived the clippers for racing-cups that run,And speeds in life's career many a lavish mother's-son.But thou, manly king o' the old _Splendid's_ crew,The ribbons o' thy hat still a-fluttering, should fly--A challenge, and forever, nor the bravery should rue.Only in a tussle for the starry flag high,When 'tis piety to do, and privilege to die.Then, only then, would heaven think to lopSuch a cedar as the captain o' the _Splendid's_ main-top:A... Poems - Post by : nparekh - Date : December 2010 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 1839

Tom Deadlight Tom Deadlight

Tom Deadlight
During a tempest encountered homeward-bound from the Mediterranean, a grizzled petty-officer, one of the two captains of the forecastle, dying at night in his hammock, swung in the sick-bay under the tiered gun-decks of the British _Dreadnaught, 98,_ wandering in his mind, though with glimpses of sanity, and starting up at whiles, sings by snatches his good-bye and last injunctions to two messmates, his watchers, one of whom fans the fevered tar with the flap of his old sou'wester. Some names and phrases, with here and there a line, or part of one; these, in his aberration, wrested into incoherency from... Poems - Post by : Valenti - Date : December 2010 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 2032

Bridegroom Dick Bridegroom Dick

Bridegroom Dick
1876Sunning ourselves in October on a dayBalmy 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,To think o' the May-time o' pennoned young fellowsThis stripped old hulk here for years may survive.Ere yet, long ago, we were spliced, Bonny Blue,(Silvery it gleams down the moon-glade o' time,Ah, sugar in the bowl and berries in the prime!)Coxswain I o' the Commodore's crew,--Under me the fellows that manned his fine gig,Spinning him ashore,... Poems - Post by : Harald - Date : December 2010 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 2373

John Marr And Other Sailors John Marr And Other Sailors

John Marr And Other Sailors
Since as in night's deck-watch ye show,Why, lads, so silent here to me,Your watchmate of times long ago?Once, for all the darkling sea,You your voices raised how clearly,Striking in when tempest sung;Hoisting up the storm-sail cheerly,_Life is storm--let storm!_ you rung.Taking things as fated merely,Childlike though the world ye spanned;Nor holding unto life too dearly,Ye who held your lives in hand--Skimmers, who on oceans fourPetrels were, and larks ashore.O, not from memory lightly flung,Forgot, like strains no more availing,The heart to music haughtier strung;Nay, frequent near me, never staleing,Whose good feeling kept ye young.Like tides that enter creek or stream,Ye come,... Poems - Post by : wildfirebiz - Date : December 2010 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 2593

The Piazza The Piazza

The Piazza
"With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele--"When I removed into the country, it was to occupy an old-fashioned farm-house, which had no piazza--a deficiency the more regretted, because not only did I like piazzas, as somehow combining the coziness of in-doors with the freedom of out-doors, and it is so pleasant to inspect your thermometer there, but the country round about was such a picture, that in berry time no boy climbs hill or crosses vale without coming upon easels planted in every nook, and sun-burnt painters painting there. A very paradise of painters. The circle... Short Stories - Post by : wjteller - Date : December 2010 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 1917

Benito Cereno Benito Cereno

Benito Cereno
In the year 1799, Captain Amasa Delano, of Duxbury, in Massachusetts, commanding a large sealer and general trader, lay at anchor with a valuable cargo, in the harbor of St. Maria--a small, desert, uninhabited island toward the southern extremity of the long coast of Chili. There he had touched for water.On the second day, not long after dawn, while lying in his berth, his mate came below, informing him that a strange sail was coming into the bay. Ships were then not so plenty in those waters as now. He rose, dressed, and went on deck.The morning was one peculiar to... Short Stories - Post by : karinm - Date : December 2010 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 3570

The Lightning-rod Man The Lightning-rod Man

The Lightning-rod Man
What grand irregular thunder, thought I, standing on my hearth-stone among the Acroceraunian hills, as the scattered bolts boomed overhead, and crashed down among the valleys, every bolt followed by zigzag irradiations, and swift slants of sharp rain, which audibly rang, like a charge of spear-points, on my low shingled roof. I suppose, though, that the mountains hereabouts break and churn up the thunder, so that it is far more glorious here than on the plain. Hark!--someone at the door. Who is this that chooses a time of thunder for making calls? And why don't he, man-fashion, use the knocker, instead... Short Stories - Post by : Lydia - Date : December 2010 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 3746

The Encantadas; Or, Enchanted Islands The Encantadas; Or, Enchanted Islands

The Encantadas; Or, Enchanted Islands
SKETCH FIRST.THE ISLES AT LARGE.--"That may not be, said then the ferryman, Least we unweeting hap to be fordonne; For those same islands seeming now and than, Are not firme land, nor any certein wonne, But stragling plots which to and fro do ronne In the wide waters; therefore are they hight The Wandering Islands; therefore do them shonne; For they have oft drawne many a wandring wight Into most deadly daunger and distressed plight; For whosoever once hath fastened His foot thereon may never it secure But wandreth evermore... Short Stories - Post by : Pallieter - Date : December 2010 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 3397

The Bell-tower The Bell-tower

The Bell-tower
In the south of Europe, nigh a once frescoed capital, now with dank mould cankering its bloom, central in a plain, stands what, at distance, seems the black mossed stump of some immeasurable pine, fallen, in forgotten days, with Anak and the Titan.As all along where the pine tree falls, its dissolution leaves a mossy mound--last-flung shadow of the perished trunk; never lengthening, never lessening; unsubject to the fleet falsities of the sun; shade immutable, and true gauge which cometh by prostration--so westward from what seems the stump, one steadfast spear of lichened ruin veins the plain.From that tree-top, what birded... Short Stories - Post by : eaterb - Date : December 2010 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 1746

Bartleby, The Scrivener: A Story Of Wall-street Bartleby, The Scrivener: A Story Of Wall-street

Bartleby, The Scrivener: A Story Of Wall-street
I am a rather elderly man. The nature of my avocations for the last thirty years has brought me into more than ordinary contact with what would seem an interesting and somewhat singular set of men, of whom as yet nothing that I know of has ever been written:--I mean the law-copyists or scriveners. I have known very many of them, professionally and privately, and if I pleased, could relate divers histories, at which good-natured gentlemen might smile, and sentimental souls might weep. But I waive the biographies of all other scriveners for a few passages in the... Short Stories - Post by : patriccl - Date : December 2010 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 2774

I And My Chimney I And My Chimney

I And My Chimney
I and my chimney, two grey-headed old smokers, reside in the country. We are, I may say, old settlers here; particularly my old chimney, which settles more and more every day.Though I always say, I AND MY CHIMNEY, as Cardinal Wolsey used to say, "I AND MY KING," yet this egotistic way of speaking in I take precedence of my chimney, is hereby borne out by the facts; in everything, except the above phrase, my chimney taking precedence of me.Within thirty feet of the turf-sided road, my chimney--a huge, corpulent old Harry VIII of a chimney--rises full in front of me... Short Stories - Post by : roadking - Date : October 2009 - Author : Herman Melville - Read : 2863