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Howard Lovecraft

  • Nikola Stajiccompartió una citahace 2 años
    True bliss, methinks, a man can only find

    In virtuous life, & cultivated mind
  • Nikola Stajiccompartió una citael año pasado
    Omnia risus et omnia pulvis et omnia nihil
  • agnesesolfrinicompartió una citahace 16 días
    I saw the lake’s dull water glow

    Till sunken things appear’d below.

    There shone unnumber’d fathoms down,

    The tow’rs of a forgotten town;

    The tarnish’d domes and mossy walls;

    Weed-tangled spires and empty halls
  • srishti sisodiacompartió una citahace 9 meses
    To the Old Pagan Religion
    Olympian gods! How can I let ye go

    And pin my faith to this new Christian creed?

    Can I resign the deities I know

    For him who on a cross for man did bleed?

    How in my weakness can my hopes depend

    On one lone God, though mighty be his pow’r?

    Why can Jove’s host no more assistance lend,

    To soothe my pain, and cheer my troubled hour?

    Are there no Dryads on these wooded mounts

    O’er which I oft in desolation roam?

    Are there no Naiads in these crystal founts?

    Nor Nereids upon the Ocean foam?

    Fast spreads the new; the older faith declines.

    The name of Christ resounds upon the air.

    But my wrack’d soul in solitude repines

    And gives the Gods their last-receivèd pray’r.
  • fay socompartió una citahace 8 meses
    The modern world, with all it’s care & pain,
  • fay socompartió una citahace 8 meses
    But the horror, set and stable,

    Haunts my soul for evermore
  • Maria Barulinacompartió una citahace 3 meses
    As Slater grew older, it appeared, his matutinal aberrations had gradually increased in frequency and violence; till about a month before his arrival at the institution had occurred the shocking tragedy which caused his arrest by the authorities
  • 302 Rizvi Khadijacompartió una citael año pasado
    I cannot think of the deep sea without shuddering at the nameless things that may at this very moment be crawling and floundering on its slimy bed,
  • 302 Rizvi Khadijacompartió una citael año pasado
    winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey.
  • 302 Rizvi Khadijacompartió una citael año pasado
    I am an entity like that which you yourself become in the freedom of dreamless sleep. I am your brother of light, and have floated with you in the effulgent valleys. It is not permitted me to tell your waking earth-self of your real self, but we are all roamers of vast spaces and travellers in many ages. Next year I may be dwelling in the dark Egypt which you call ancient, or in the cruel empire of Tsan-Chan which is to come three thousand years hence. You and I have drifted to the worlds that reel about the red Arcturus, and dwelt in the bodies of the insect-philosophers that crawl proudly over the fourth moon of Jupiter. How little does the earth-self know of life and its extent! How little, indeed, ought it to know for its own tranquillity!
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