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 ...
SCENE I.-- Adam and Eve.Oh, my beloved companion!Oh thou of my existence,The very heart and soul!Hast thou, with such excess ...
Thou Sov'reign of mercy! thou Sire of all pow'r!Who feedest the hungry, with-hold not our foodFrom us, who forgiveness repentant ...
(The Defence of Perushtitsa)O stirring of glory, O sombre sad stirring,Days of proud struggle, O days of adversity!Epic obscure and ...
A was an elegant Ape Who tied up his ears with red tape, And wore a long veil Half revealing his tail Which was ...
Lately I've sat here afternoonsjust listening to thegluttonous newsmen argueabout fathers who killtheir wives and kidsthen spirit off to Mexico.My ...
This is my play's last scene, here heavens appointMy pilgrimages last mile; and my raceIdly, yet quickly run, hath this ...
Veil, Lord, mine eyes till she be past,When Folly tempts my sight;Keep Thou my palate and my tasteFrom gluttonous delight.Stop ...
Champagne doth not a luncheon make, Nor caviare a meal;Men gluttonous and rich may take These till they make them ill.If I've ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionariesBurnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and Druidess,Far ...
ENTER the unremembered city:Command before your eyes, call forthTo horrified sight those whom even the keenestAmong you have forgotten: stare:Like ...
Adultery is my nature. Faith, if the truth were known, I was begot After some gluttonous dinner; some stirring dish ...
This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint My pilgrimage's last mile; and my race Idly, yet quickly run, ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? have you your ...
While about the shore of Mona those Neronian legionaries Burnt and broke the grove and altar of the Druid and ...
(France, August first, 1914) Far and near, high and clear, Hark to the call of War! Over the gorse and ...
What! you don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
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