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 ...
Lo! in the west, fast fades the lingering light,And day's last vestige takes its silent flight.No more is heard the ...
Sect. I.The deserted Believer longing for perfect freedom from sin.Ah mournful case! what can affordContentment, when an absent LordWill now ...
1 O thou! whatever title suit thee,--2 Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!3 Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,4 ...
O thou! whatever title suit thee,-Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,Clos'd under hatches,Spairges about ...
The western gale,Mild as the kisses of connubial love,Plays round my languid limbs, as all dissolved,Beneath the ancient elm's fantastic ...
(From a Persian Carpet)Ash and strewments, the first moth-wings, paleArdour of brief evenings, on the fecund wind;Or all a wing, ...
Even now methinksEach little cottage of my native valeSwells out its earthen sides, upheaves its roof,Like to a hillock moved ...
Sleep that like the couched dove Broods o'er the weary eye, Dreams that with soft heavings move The heart of ...
When summer days grow harshmy thoughts return to my river,fed by white mountain springs,beloved of the shy bird, the bellbird,whose ...
When I entreat, either thou wilt not hear,Or else my suit arriving at thy earCools and dies there. A strange ...
IEnter these enchanted woods,You who dare.Nothing harms beneath the leavesMore than waves a swimmer cleaves.Toss your heart up with the ...
Round Se?m's isle the black waves boilOn the rough, rough rocks below,And none can tell the date or timeSince they ...
Translated From the Arabic of John Duncan.I have been at this shooting-gallery too long.It is monotonous how the little coloured ...
Crossing alone the nighted ferry With the one coin for fee,Whom, on the wharf of Lethe waiting, Count you to ...
O THOU! whatever title suit thee- Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie, Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie, Clos'd ...
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