An American To Mother England (Howard Phillips Lovecraft Poems)
England! My England! can the surging seaThat lies between us tear my heart from thee?Can distant birth and distant dwelling ...
England! My England! can the surging seaThat lies between us tear my heart from thee?Can distant birth and distant dwelling ...
White Rose, talk to me!I don't know what to do.Why do you say no word to me,Who say so much ...
When sun-beams bid the world adieu,And ev'ning gales their flight pursue,Slow o'er the heath I wind my way,To muse upon ...
The hour of peace resumes againIts tranquil, silent, solemn reign;Sorrow a short cessation knowsOn the soft couch of calm repose,And ...
Cheerful crab was that old Posh,---Warn't afflicted much with dosh,---Fact, he worked round sawin' wood,Earnin what few cents he could,Got ...
LOOK on him! through his dungeon grate,Feebly and cold, the morning lightComes stealing round him, dim and late,As if it ...
He was so tired that he was scarcely able to hear a note of the songs: he felt imprisoned in ...
There are times whenI think only of killingThe voracious animalwho is my perpetual shame,The violent oneWhose raging demandsBreak down peace ...
THERE is a singing in the summer air,The blue and brown moths flutter o'er the grass,The stubble bird is creaking ...
THE wide Creation now is hush'd in sleep,And undisturb'd repose pervades the deep;While yon bright Moon pursues her starry way,And ...
The First Attempt to Reach the ShoreWhere is the painter who shall paint for you,My Austral brothers, with a pencil ...
THROUGH the light curtains came the perfumed air,And flung them back and show'd a garden, whereThe eye could just catch ...
Had I been young I could have claimed to fold thee For many days against my eager breast;But, as things are, ...
She says she's very sorry, as she sees you to the gate; You calmly say 'Good-bye' to her while standing off ...
Sunt aliquid manes; letum non omnia finit;Luridaque evictos effugit umbra rogos. PROPERTIUS._ __To Albion's misty isle across the waves I sped ...
OR, THE ORIGIN OF THE INDIAN-CORN.Cherry bloom and green buds bursting Fleck the azure skies;In the spring wood, hungering, thirsting, Faint an ...
A Slumber Song For The Fisherman's Child Furl your sail, my little boatie; Here's the haven, still and deep, Where the dreaming tides, ...
I HEAR no footfall beating through the dark, A lonely gust is loitering at the pane;There is no sound within these ...
And so the active week againIts course begins—and so renew'd,Our moments' busy multitude,Falling like rapid drops of rain,Sink in the ...
I'm in a plane that will not be flown into a building.It's a SAAB 340, seats 40, has two engines ...
In a southern city lived a wealthy family; In a southern city was the happy homeOf a father and mother and ...
It came to me in my sleep, And I rose from my sleep and went Out in the night to weep, Over the ...
O Donall og, if you go across the sea, bring myself with you and donot forget it; and you will have ...
How has New England's romance fled,Even as a vision of the morning!Its rites foredone, its guardians dead,Its priestesses, bereft of ...
IN A STRANGE LAND.By an unnamed river-anchorage have we raised a shrine to Apollo. If these strange winds cool the ...
Amid the forest verdant shade, A peaceful river flowed:Wild flowers their home on its banks had made,The sunbeam's rays on its ...
One golden summer day, Along the forest-way,Young Colin passed with blithesome steps alert. His locks with careless grace Rimmed round his handsome faceAnd ...
In the far-off Polar seas,Far beyond the Hebrides,Where the icebergs, towering high,Seem to pierce the wintry sky,And the fur-clad EsquimauxGlides ...
Those twenty-six letters filling the blackboardCompose the dark, composeThe illiterate summer sky & its stars as they appearOne by one, ...
What art thou calm ? Is all thy flutt'ring o'er ?Does Joy dilate, does Grief convulse no more ?Has Passion ...
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