The Poe-et’s Nightmare (Howard Phillips Lovecraft Poems)
A FA FableLuxus tumultus semper causa est.Lucullus Languish, student of the skies,And connoisseur of rarebits and mince pies,A bard by ...
A FA FableLuxus tumultus semper causa est.Lucullus Languish, student of the skies,And connoisseur of rarebits and mince pies,A bard by ...
ON READING A FAMILY HISTORY.OPEN lies the book before me: in a realm obscure as dreamsI can trace the pale ...
AN ACADEMIC POEM1829-1879Read at the Commencement Dinner of the Alumni of HarvardUniversity, June 25, 1879.WHILE fond, sad memories all around ...
The day of truth is dawning. I beholdO'er darksome hills the trailing robes of goldAnd silent footsteps of the gladsome ...
"Argantyr! awake-awake-Hervor bids thy slumbers fly.Magic chords around thee break;Argantyr! reply-reply." In vain had they striven-those Beldames three- With all their might ...
I.As from an ancestral oakTwo empty ravens sound their clarion,Yell by yell, and croak by croak,When they scent the noonday ...
They pass me by like shadows, crowds on crowds,Dim ghosts of men that hover to and fro,Hugging their bodies round ...
A gibbering ape that leads an elephant;A dwarf deformed, the presence heraldingOf potent wizard, or the Elfin King;Caliban, deigning sage ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
OH! what is so blithe as through cornfields to roam, When the lark is in heaven and laughter on ...
Down crumbling steps I galloped fast;Swart cliffs and gullies on each handEngulfed the night; dry, yellow sand,Far-strewn with wreckage, gaped ...
(_On a Devon Moor_) Why do I babble of bitter chills-- And icy trees--and snowy fallows? Why do I shudder ...
There are ghosts in the room.As I sit here alone, from the dark corners thereThey come out of the gloom,And ...
Pain, pain exalts me Into consciousness:I am awake! My jangled anguish rivesEach tense quick nerve pricked by unnum-bered knives,My only ...
Like the foghorn that's all lung, the wind chime that's all percussion, like the wind itself, that's merely air in ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
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