Howard Phillips Lovecraft
Howard Phillips Lovecraft Poems
- Despair O'er the midnight moorlands crying, Thro' the ...
- The Messenger The thing, he said, would come in the night at ...
- Little Tiger Little Tiger, burning bright With a subtle ...
- The Garden There's an ancient, ancient garden that I see ...
- Astrophobos In the Midnight heaven's burning Through the ...
- Fungi From Yuggoth I. The Book The place was dark and ...
- Nemesis Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past...
Howard Phillips Lovecraft (August 20, 1890 – March 15, 1937) was an American author of horror, fantasy, and science fiction, especially the subgenre known as weird fiction.
Lovecraft's guiding literary principle was what he termed "cosmicism" or "cosmic horror", the idea that life is incomprehensible to human minds and that the universe is fundamentally alien. Those who genuinely reason, like his protagonists, gamble with sanity. As early as the 1940s, Lovecraft had developed a cult following for his Cthulhu Mythos, a series of loosely interconnected fiction featuring a pantheon of humanity-nullifying entities, as well as the Necronomicon, a fictional grimoire ... more »
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O'er the midnight moorlands crying,
Thro' the cypress forests sighing,
In the night-wind madly flying,
Hellish forms with streaming hair;
In the barren branches creaking,
By the stagnant swamp-pools speaking,
Past the shore-cliffs ever shrieking,
Damn'd demons of despair.
Once, I think I half remember,
Ere the grey skies of November
Quench'd my youth's aspiring ember,
Liv'd there such a thing as bliss;
Skies that now are dark were beaming,
Bold and azure, splendid seeming
Till I learn'd it all was dreaming -
Deadly drowsiness of Dis.