Fungi From Yuggoth (Howard Phillips Lovecraft Poems)
I. The BookThe place was dark and dusty and half-lostIn tangles of old alleys near the quays,Reeking of strange things ...
I. The BookThe place was dark and dusty and half-lostIn tangles of old alleys near the quays,Reeking of strange things ...
(TERPSICHORE)Read at the Annual Dinner of the Phi Beta Kappa Society, atCambridge, August 24, 1843.IN narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse,In ...
When the north wind moans thro' the blind creek coursesAnd revels with harsh, hot sand,I loose the horses, the wild ...
SPEAK to us out of midnight's heart,Thou who forever sleepless art!The thoughts of Night are still and deep;She cloth Thy ...
Down the coast of LabradorRode the storm-wind conqueror:In his train the surges roared,From black clouds the torrents poured.Miles on miles ...
Deep with divine tautology,The sunset's mighty mysteryAgain has traced the scroll-like westWith hieroglyphs of burning gold:Forever new, forever old,Its miracle ...
Beside a Dial in the leafy close,Where every bush was burning with the Rose,With million roses falling flake by flakeUpon ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
WHITE, cold, and sacred is my chosen home, A seat for gods, a mount divine; And from the height of ...
Of Guinevere from Arthur separate,And separate from Launcelot and the world,And shielded in the convent with her sin,As one draws ...
Time-table! Terrible and hard To figure! At some station lonelyWe see this sign upon the card:[Footnote Asterisk: Train 20: Stops ...
Ye giant shades of RA and TUM,Ye ghosts of gods Egyptian,If murmurs of our planet comeTo exiles in the precincts ...
"NOT flesh alone am I, when I can be So swiftly caught in Beauty's shimmering thread Whose slender fibres, woven, ...
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
You came to me as rain breaks on the desert when every flower springs to life at once, but joy ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
HER mouth is fragrant as a vine, A vine with birds in all its boughs; Serpent and scarab for a ...
1THE DOWN drop of the blackbird, The wing catch of arrested flight, The stop midway and then off: off for ...
"The past is a bucket of ashes." 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Do they dream of past lives and unlived dreams unspeakably human or unimaginably bestial? Do they struggle to catch in ...
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