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 ...
Thus all were satisfied, and day by day,For two sweet years a happy course was theirs;Happy, but yet the fortunate, ...
In vain--ah me!--in vain, with murmured charmOf love--inwoven sounds, would I recallThe long--forgotten art--in vain imploreAt noon the colouring of ...
I offer you my forests and my street-criesWith hands of double-patience under the clock,The antiseptic arguments and liesUttered before the ...
There is an orb that mocked the lore of sagesLong time with mystery of strange unrest;The steadfast law that rounds ...
Nothing's moving I don't see anybodyAnd I know that it's not a trickThere really is nothing moving thereAnd there aren't ...
As wind-drowned scents that bring to other hillsDisquieting memories of silences,Broad silences beyond the memory;As feathered swaying seeds, as wings ...
A Historical Tragedy in Five Acts.This play is dedicated, in profound veneration and respect, to thememory of George Eliot, the ...
'C'est l? le myst?re apr?s lequel soupirent toutes les ?mes exil?es, qui s'affligent sur les fleuves de Babylon en se ...
I.I stand in thought beside my father's grave:The grave of one who, in his old age, diedToo late perhaps, since ...
At last you yielded up the album, which Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages Matt and glossy on ...
Something disquieting though I cannot fully understand my concern in this moment seeing the word bolded that I am to ...
It's a ruling from the field of pain (devoid of antique nave, a judgement process aptly named 'benefit of doubt'); ...
Sinuously winding through the room On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, -- Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume The ...
The first morning of Three Mile Island: those first disquieting, uncertain, mystifying hours. All morning a crew of workmen have ...
Twitched strings, the clang of metal, beaten drums, Dull, shrill, continuous, disquieting: And now the stealthy dancer comes Undulantly with ...
O how all things are far removed and long have passed away. I do believe the star, whose light my ...
Oh, it's dreadful to think in a country like this With its chances for work - and enjoyment That a ...
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