The Poe-et’s Nightmare (Howard Phillips Lovecraft Poems)
A FA FableLuxus tumultus semper causa est.Lucullus Languish, student of the skies,And connoisseur of rarebits and mince pies,A bard by ...
A FA FableLuxus tumultus semper causa est.Lucullus Languish, student of the skies,And connoisseur of rarebits and mince pies,A bard by ...
In the Midnight heaven's burning Through the ethereal deeps afar Once I watch'd with restless yearning An alluring aureate star; ...
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song;Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to viewA ...
Art come, dear youth? two days and nights away!(Who burn with love, grow aged in a day.)As much as apples ...
Sirmio, you jewel of all peninsulasand all the islands of the crystal lakesand the great oceans Neptune circles,how delightedly, how ...
The church bells toll a melancholy round,Calling the people to some other prayers,Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,More hearkening to ...
The sun hath set; the outworn armies sleep: But, in Arbaces' tent, by summons called For counsel secret on things ...
Miss Jenny W---d---r, to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North. A Journal. To humbler strains, ye Nine, descend, And ...
Fie on these Lydian tunes which blunt our sprightsAnd turne our gallants to Hermaphrodites:Giue me a Doricke touch, whose Semphony,And ...
TO ARTEMIS. I.Most graceful Goddess! whether now thy feet Pursue the dun deer to their deep retreat In the heart ...
SWEET daughter of a rough and stormy fire,Hoar Winter's blooming child; delightful Spring! Whose unshorn locks with leaves ...
To the Honourable Elizabeth Sedley, Learning to Spin, She and the Author equally having an aversion to a Spider.Wou'd you, ...
O'er the sad threshold, where the cypress bough Supplants the rose that should adorn thy home, On the last pilgrimage ...
(Sappho)Never the tramp of foot or horse,Nor lusty cries from ship at sea,Shall I call loveliest on the dark earth-My ...
The church bells toll a melancholy round, Calling the people to some other prayers, Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares, ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
From citron-bower be her bed, cut from branch of tree a-flower, fashioned for her maidenhead. From Lydian apples, sweet of ...
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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