Nemesis (Howard Phillips Lovecraft Poems)
Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o'er my lives without number, ...
Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o'er my lives without number, ...
It stands where darkly wooded cliffsSlope swiftly to the deep,And silvery streams from ledge to ledgeIn foaming splendor leap,--A broad ...
I love to see the little stars All dancing to one tune; I think quite highly of the Sun, And kindly of the ...
YE seem intent to stand aloneMonarchs, ye men, of stock and stone;The forest dead and everywhereUntenanted the fields of air.To ...
Often I tryTo analyse the qualityOf its silences. Is this where God hidesFrom my searching? I have stopped to listen,After ...
Ten paces round me solid earth stretches,Moving as I move through impalpable regionsOf space unbounded, unreal, untenanted,Or tenanted, if tenanted, ...
Always the same hillsCrowd the horizon,Remote witnessOf the still scene.And in the foregroundThe tall Cross,Sombre, untenanted,Aches for the BodyThat is ...
A MysteryHis face was sad; some shadow must have hungAbove his soul; its folds, now falling dark,Now almost bright; but ...
I.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.ARIEL.So - Prospero is gone - and I am free -Free, free at last. His latest charge ...
Gone, gone again, May, June, July, And August gone, Again gone by, Not memorable Save that I saw them go, ...
Clouds above the dark hills streamingflecked with foam the seas.Island castle, proud, defiant,standing square and self-reliant,down the centuries.Once you housed ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
I heard an echo in a hollow place. No sound of blowing wind or drifting sand, some ancient voice was ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
If ever I am old, and all alone, I shall have killed one grief, at any rate; For then, thank ...
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