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 ...
"Oh! spare dual idols of the past, Whose lips are dumb, whose eyes are dim; Truth's diadem is not for himWho comes, ...
Into the darkness and the deeps My thoughts have strayed, where silence dwells,Where the old world encrypted sleeps,— Myriads of forms, in ...
Now while the crimson light fades in the west, And twilight drops her purple shadows low--We stand with Memory on the ...
O GRANITE nature; like a mountain heightWhich pierces heaven! yet with foundations deep,Rooted where earth's majestic forces sleep,In quiet breathing ...
Narcissus, I no longer haunt the canyonsand the crypts. I thrive and multiply;uncounted daughters are my new companions.We are the ...
Still flowed the music, flowed the wine. The youth in silence went;Through naked streets, in cold moonshine, His homeward way ...
He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves like gold appear, Sees it draw ...
In the dungeon crypts idly did I stray,Reckless of the lives wasting there away;"Draw the ponderous bars; open, Warder stern!"He ...
With leagues of wasteful water ringed about,And wrapped in sheeted foam from base to peak,A sheer, stupendous monolith, wrought outBy ...
THEY lie unwatched, in waste and vacant places,In sombre bush or wind-swept tussock spaces,Where seldom human treadAnd never human trace ...
Now the North wind ceases,The warm South-west awakes;Swift fly the fleeces,Thick the blossom-flakes.Now hill to hill has made the stride,And ...
Neither said any of them that ought of the things which he possessed was his own.-Acts iv. . Deep ...
This is the fire of Hestia's careful hearth;The flame that fed on many-towered Troy;Selene's light about the Latmian boy;The all-consuming ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers ...
A wild and woeful race he ran Of lust and sin by land and sea; Until, abhorred of God and ...
WHEN by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked, Sentencing to exile the bright Sun-God, Mindful were the ploughmen of who ...
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