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 ...
"Delightful are trees and fields with the outgrowth of new tender-leaves and crops, Lodhra trees are with their blossomy flowers, ...
1A smudge for the horizonthat, on a clear day, showsthe hard edge of hills andbuildings on the other coast.Anchored boats ...
A spring wind on the Bowery,Blowing the fluff of night sheltersOff bedraggled garments,And agitating the gutters, that eject little spirals ...
Dreary fog and drizzling sleet,And a lamp-lit track of slime;Phantoms dim in the misty street,Vanishing, streaked with grime;Overhead in a ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter.The strange thing came next day.My brain was full of music-something she ...
Can this be my poem?—this poor fragment Of bald thought in meanest language dressed! Can this string of rhymes ...
Take down your old gun, Uncle Sammy, All your pockets with cartridges cram; The war fogs that ...
OF those who minister to sons of earth,Three Angels were assigned me at my birth:The first was Life, strong, earnest, ...
Gusty sheets o' rain a-fallin';Yellow slickers our attire;Wet, bedraggled longhorns bawlin';Cook a-cussin' at the fire.Grub all water-soaked and soggy;Foreman's temper ...
She did not trail her grief in the dustLike a bedraggled scarfTo tangle at the hearts of unwary passers.Grief sat ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail, She looked so limp and bedraggled, So foolish and trusting, ...
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
Harry Wilmans! You who fell in a swamp Near Manila, following the flag, You were not wounded by the greatness ...
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