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Howard Phillips Lovecraft's Poetry, by first line

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  • Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
    Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,
    67 lines, 1 comment
  • It was in the pale garden of Zais;
    The mist-shrouded gardens of Zais,
    99 lines, 1 comment
  • Little Tiger, burning bright
    With a subtle Blakeish light,
    9 lines, 1 comment
  • The thing, he said, would come in the night at three
    From the old churchyard on the hill below;
    15 lines
  • Si veris magna paratur
    Fama bonis, et se successu nuda remoto
    65 lines
  • May good St. Nick, like as a bird of night,
    Bring thee rich blessings in his annual flight;
    5 lines
  • Once more the ancient feast returns,
    And the bright hearth domestic burns
    6 lines
  • The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
    And the trees have a silver glare;
    35 lines
  • How sad droop the willows by Zalal's fair side,
    Where so lately I stray'd with my raven-hair'd bride;
    44 lines
  • 'Tis a grove-circled dwelling
    Set close to a hill,
    40 lines
  • There's an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
    Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
    17 lines
  • They cut it down, and where the pitch-black aisles
    Of forest night had hid eternal things,
    24 lines
  • I
    Out of the reaches of illimitable night
    137 lines
  • Ah, Passion, like a voice - that buds!
    With many thorns...that sharply stick:
    18 lines
  • The cloudless day is richer at its close;
    A golden glory settles on the lea;
    12 lines
  • St. John, whose art sublimely shines
    In liquid odes and melting lines,
    9 lines
  • Where bay and river tranquil blend,
    And leafy hillsides rise,
    40 lines
  • At morn the rosebud greets the sun
    And sheds the evening dew,
    12 lines
  • The hours of night unheeded fly,
    And in the grate the embers fade;
    15 lines
  • In a vale of light and laughter,
    Shining 'neath the friendly sun,
    56 lines
  • A Fable
    307 lines, 1 comment
  • The vicar sat in the firelight's glow,
    A volume in his hand,
    84 lines
  • How dull the wretch, whose philosophic mind
    Disdains the pleasures of fantastic kind;
    30 lines
  • There is snow on the ground,
    And the valleys are cold,
    24 lines
  • Eighteenth Baron Dunsany
    As when the sun above a dusky wold,
    64 lines
  • I am a peaceful working man,
    I am not wise or strong,
    48 lines
  • As when a pigeon, loos'd in realms remote,
    Takes instant wing, and seeks his native cote,
    4 lines
  • As Christmas snows (as yet a poet's trope)
    Call back one's bygone days of youth and hope,
    5 lines
  • The cottage hearth beams warm and bright,
    The candles gaily glow;
    9 lines
  • It was golden and splendid,
    That City of light;
    55 lines
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