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 ...
Dust and smoke against the sunrise out where grim disaster lurksAnd a broken sky-line looming like unfinished railway works,And a ...
So the winter now closed round themWith resistless fury. ScatteringOver all his breath so icy,He inflamed each wind that blitheTo ...
The road that leads to Braemar winds ever in and out.It wanders here and dawdles there, and trips and turns ...
WHEN I was still a youthful wight,So full of enjoyment and merry,The painters used to assert, in spite,That my features ...
As a boy, reserved and naughty;As a youth, a coxcomb and haughty;As a man, for action inclined;As a greybeard, fickle ...
On the morning of May,Ere the children had entered my gateWith their wreaths and mechanical lay,A metal ding-dong of the ...
AN ARMENIAN LEGEND'Tis sunset, and the wind is blowing fair;Her anchor soon the good ship will be weighing,Toward the cross ...
Joseph Jones and Peter Dawking Strove in an election fight; And you'd think, to hear them talking, ...
A spirit speeding down on All Souls' Eve From the wide gates of that mysterious shore Where sleep the dead, ...
Lang syne I penned a mickle rhyme That muckle grief brocht to my soul;For critics said 'twas aye a ...
When Youth, led on by love and folly, strays, Kissing sweet eyes beyond the allotted hour That he should turn ...
I watch Inesilla Thy window beneath,Deep slumbers the villa In night's dusky sheath.Enamoured I linger, Close mantled, for thee--With sword ...
As a boy, reserved and naughty; As a youth, a coxcomb and haughty; As a man, for action inclined; As ...
THOU greybeard, old Wisdom! may boast of thy treasures; Give me with young Folly to live; I grant thee thy ...
Behold! I'm old; my hair is white; My eighty years are in the offing, And sitting by the fire to-night ...
Heaven's mighty sweet, I guess; Ain't no rush to git there: Been a sinner, more or less; Maybe wouldn't fit ...
There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing, And lamps from every casement shown; While voices blithe within are ...
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