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 ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun,And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;There is laughter ...
From Australia.OH, tell me, God of Battles! Oh, say what is to come!The King is in his trenches, the millionaire ...
The shepherd sings:-- "_Way down in Dixie, Way down in Dixie,Where the hens are dog-gone glad to lay_ ..."With shaded eyes he ...
There was a king in China.He sat in a garden under a moon of goldwhile a black slave scratched his ...
_If Luther's day expand to Darwin's year,__Shall that exclude the hope--foreclose the fear?_Unmoved by all the claims our times avow,The ...
Where the cedar leaf divides the skyI heard the sea.In sapphire arenas of the hillsI was promised an improved infancy.Sulking, ...
To Auguste BrunetThe city has closed its many colored eyesAnd shushed its clowns, gongs and tam-tams;On the calm water the ...
So quiet it was in that high, sun-steeped room,So warm and still, that sometimes with the lightThrough the great windows, ...
When I have a house . . . as I sometime may . . .I'll suit my fancy in every ...
UNCLE JIMOld Uncle Jim was as blind as a mole, But he could fiddle Virginia Reels, Till you felt the ...
IOnce below a time,When my pinned-around-the-spiritCut-to-measure flesh bit,Suit for a serial sumOn the first of each hardship,My paid-for slaved-for own ...
Translated From the Chinese of Wang Ch'ang Ling (eighth century).At the head of a thousand roaring warriors,With the sound of ...
When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm Across green fields and yellow hills of hay The little twittering ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
(After Pushkin) Look at the bare wood hand-waxed floor and long White dressing-gown, the good child's writing-desk And passionate cold ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
SECTION ONE "Give the engines room, Give the engines room." Louder, faster The little band-master Whips up the fluting, Hurries ...
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