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 ...
And after that, though oft he sought her door,He might not see her. First they said to him,"She is not ...
Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen blackFrom the south-west stained its encroaching track,Haymakers, hustling from the rain to ...
A HARVEST IDYL.PROEM.I CALL the old time back: I bring my layin tender memory of the summer dayWhen, where our ...
I.He knew she did not love him; but so longAs rivals were unknown to him, he dweltAt ease, and did ...
Bumkinet, GrubbinolBumkinet.Why, Grubbinol, dost thou so wistful seem?There's sorrow in thy look, if right I deem.'Tis true, yon oaks with ...
AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACEOld friend, kind friend! lightly downDrop time's snow-flakes on thy crown!Never be thy ...
IN ancient times, as story tells,The saints would often leave their cells,And stroll about, but hide their quality,To try good ...
Harvest awakes the morning stillAnd toils rude groups the valleys fillDeserted is each cottage hearthTo all life save the crickets ...
Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see,By dawn or sunset shone across,When the ebb of the sea has left them free,To ...
Marian.Young Colin Clout, a lad of peerless meed,Full well could dance, and deftly tune the reed;In every wood his carrols ...
Dreaming before the cheerful fire, Cushioned in easy chair,Methought a troupe of fairies bright, So blithe and debonair,Trooped gaily in the dim ...
I'm pretty nearly certain that't was 'bout two weeks ago,--It might be more, or, p'raps 't was less,--but, anyhow, I ...
Robin to beggars with a curse,Throws the last shilling in his purse;And when the coachman comes for pay,The rogue must ...
Climb to my knee, little boy, little boy,-- If you look, as the sun sinks low,Where the cloud-hills rise in the ...
Dear brother robin this comes from us allWith our kind love and could Gip write and allThough but a dog ...
Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Little Goody Two-Shoes! Do you know about her? Well, I'm ready now to tell ...
The ringing bells and the booming cannon Proclaimed on a summer morn That in the good king's royal ...
My chaise the village Inn did gain, Just as the setting sun's last ray Tipt with refulgent gold the vane ...
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
FOR the fairest maid in Hampton They needed not to search, Who saw young Anna favor Come walking into church,-- ...
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