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 ...
A certain yaksha who had been negligent in the execution of his own duties,on account of a curse from his ...
Near a large town, along the broad highroad walked an old sick man.He tottered as he went; his old wasted ...
Then, since the object of desire exists not in anyplace, how canst thou purpose to journey towards Him on foot? ...
What an insignificant trifle may sometimes transform the whole man!Full of melancholy thought, I walked one day along the highroad.My ...
Sweet is the highroad when the skylarks call, When we and Love go rambling through the land. But shall we still walk ...
This darksome burn, horseback brown,His rollrock highroad roaring down,In coop and in comb the fleece of his foamFlutes and low ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
Woe to the House of Breffni, and to Red O'Ruark woe! Woe to us all in Erinn for the shame ...
He had three sons and they, all three,When called, for the encampment left;So the poor father was bereftOf rest and ...
Mother-in-law:IF I had knownAfore you wur wedT' sort that you wurI wud have saidLiefer nor wed youI'd see my son ...
Great master! Boyish, sympathetic man! Whose orbed and ripened genius lightly hung From life's slim, twisted tendril and there swung ...
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...
This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam ...
In my childhood rumors ran Of a world beyond our door- Terrors to the life of man That the highroad ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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