Poetry November: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
That, yielding scarce to reckless mood,
But jealous of your future [...]

Poetry November

So I have been thinking about it, and I think I will dedicate this month of November to Poetry.
I haven’t been reading or studying up on as much poetry as I should lately, so maybe I can make up for that a little here.
What to expect:
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For the most part, I am a music snob. I can admit that. I try not to look down upon people when they have different tastes in music than I do, but it is definitely something I look at in a person.
When ever I hear that a person really likes band such as Nickleback (Nickle [...]