Howard Phillips Lovecraft

(1890-1937 / the United States)

Howard Phillips Lovecraft Poems

1. Christmas Blessings 9/3/2010
2. Christmas Snows 9/3/2010
3. Festival 9/3/2010
4. Ode For July Fourth, 1917 9/3/2010
5. On Reading Lord Dunsany's Book Of Wonder 9/3/2010
6. On Receiving A Picture Of Swans 9/3/2010
7. St. John 9/3/2010
8. To Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkelt, 9/3/2010
9. Egyptian Christmas 9/3/2010
10. Good Saint Nick 9/3/2010
11. Lines On General Robert Edward Lee 9/3/2010
12. The Peace Advocate 9/3/2010
13. Tosh Bosh 9/3/2010
14. The Wood 9/3/2010
15. Providence 9/3/2010
16. The City 9/3/2010
17. The Conscript 9/3/2010
18. Halcyon Days 9/3/2010
19. Revelation 9/3/2010
20. The Rose Of England 9/3/2010
21. Hallowe'En In A Suburb 9/3/2010
22. Laeta; A Lament 9/3/2010
23. Waste Paper: A Poem Of Profound Insignificance 9/3/2010
24. Nathicana 9/3/2010
25. Pacifist War Song - 1917 9/3/2010
26. Fact And Fancy 9/3/2010
27. The Poe-Et's Nightmare 9/3/2010
28. The Cats 9/3/2010
29. The Bride Of The Sea 9/3/2010
30. Where Once Poe Walked 9/3/2010
31. The Messenger 9/3/2010
32. Sunset 9/3/2010
33. Christmastide 9/3/2010
34. On The Creation Of Niggers 1/2/2015
35. Astrophobos 9/3/2010
36. Little Tiger 9/3/2010
37. Nemesis 9/3/2010
38. Fungi From Yuggoth 9/3/2010
39. The Garden 9/3/2010
40. Despair 9/3/2010
Best Poem of Howard Phillips Lovecraft

Despair

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.

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Despair

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.

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