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    H. P. Lovecraft: The Complete Fiction
    H. P. Lovecraft: The Complete Fiction
    H. P. Lovecraft: The Complete Fiction
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    H. P. Lovecraft: The Complete Fiction

    By H. P. Lovecraft

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    CONTENTS

    Part I. - Juvenilia (1887-1905)
    Poemata Minora, Volume II

    Part II. - Fantasy and Horror
    Nemesis
    Astrophobos
    The Poe-et's Nightmare
    Despair
    Revelation
    The House
    The City
    To Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, Eighteenth Baron Dunsany
    The Nightmare Lake
    On Reading Lord Dunsany's Book of Wonder
    The Cats
    Festival
    Hallowe'en in a Suburb aka “In a Suburb”
    The Wood
    The Outpost
    The Ancient Track
    The Messenger
    Nathicana
    Fungi from Yuggoth
    In a Sequester'd Providence Churchyard Where Once Poe Walk'd
    To Clark Ashton Smith, Esq., upon His Phantastick Tales, Verses, Pictures, and Sculptures

    Part III. - Occasional Verse
    On Receiving a Picture of Swans
    Fact and Fancy
    Laeta; a Lament

    Part IV. - Satire
    Unda; or, The Bride of the Sea
    Pacifist War Song—1917
    Waste Paper
    Dead Passion's Flame
    Arcadia
    Life's Mystery

    Part V. - Seasonal and Topographical
    A Garden
    Sunset
    Providence
    Christmas
    Christmas Greetings

    Part VI. - Politics and Society
    An American to Mother England
    Lines on Gen. Robert Edward Lee
    The Rose of England
    The Peace Advocate
    Ode for July Fourth, 1917

    The Conscript
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHP
    Release dateMay 3, 2017
    ISBN9788826084411
    Author

    H. P. Lovecraft

    Renowned as one of the great horror-writers of all time, H.P. Lovecraft was born in 1890 and lived most of his life in Providence, Rhode Island. Among his many classic horror stories, many of which were published in book form only after his death in 1937, are ‘At the Mountains of Madness and Other Novels of Terror’ (1964), ‘Dagon and Other Macabre Tales’ (1965), and ‘The Horror in the Museum and Other Revisions’ (1970).

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      H. P. Lovecraft - H. P. Lovecraft

      The Complete Poetry

      of

      H. P. Lovecraft

      b.1890 — d.1937

      This book contains every poem in the public domain that has been attributed to H. P. Lovecraft and confirmed in the online resource, The H.P. Lovecraft Archive. 

      Contents

      Part I. - Juvenilia (1887-1905)

      Poemata Minora, Volume II

      Part II. - Fantasy and Horror

      Nemesis

      Astrophobos

      The Poe-et’s Nightmare

      Despair

      Revelation

      The House

      The City

      To Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, Eighteenth Baron Dunsany

      The Nightmare Lake

      On Reading Lord Dunsany’s Book of Wonder

      The Cats

      Festival

      Hallowe’en in a Suburb aka In a Suburb

      The Wood

      The Outpost

      The Ancient Track

      The Messenger

      Nathicana

      Fungi from Yuggoth

      In a Sequester’d Providence Churchyard Where Once Poe Walk’d

      To Clark Ashton Smith, Esq., upon His Phantastick Tales, Verses, Pictures, and Sculptures

      Part III. - Occasional Verse

      On Receiving a Picture of Swans

      Fact and Fancy

      Laeta; a Lament

      Part IV. - Satire

      Unda; or, The Bride of the Sea

      Pacifist War Song—1917

      Waste Paper

      Dead Passion’s Flame

      Arcadia

      Life’s Mystery

      Part V. - Seasonal and Topographical

      A Garden

      Sunset

      Providence

      Christmas

      Christmas Greetings

      Part VI. - Politics and Society

      An American to Mother England

      Lines on Gen. Robert Edward Lee

      The Rose of England

      The Peace Advocate

      Ode for July Fourth, 1917

      The Conscript

      Part I.

      Juvenilia (1887-1905)

      Poemata Minora, Volume II

      * * * * *

      Written: 1902

      First Published in:

      Ode to Selene or Diana (as To Selene)

      The Tryout, Vol. 5, No. 4 (April 1919), Page 18

      To the Old Pagan Religion (as The Last Pagan Speaks)

      The Tryout, Vol. 5, No. 4 (April 1919), Page 17

      On the Ruin of Rome

      A Winter Wish. Chapel Hill, NC: Whispers Press, 1977, Page 150

      To Pan (as Pan)

      The Tryout, Vol. 5, No. 4 (April 1919), Page 16

      On the Vanity of Human Ambition

      A Winter Wish. Chapel Hill, NC: Whispers Press, 1977, Page 143

      Ode to Selene or Diana

      Immortal Moon, in maiden splendour shine.

      Dispense thy beams, divine Latona’s child.

      Thy silver rays all grosser things define,

      And hide harsh truth in sweet illusion mild.

      In thy soft light, the city of unrest

      That stands so squalid in thy brother’s glare

      Throws off its habit, and in silence blest

      Becomes a vision, sparkling bright and fair.

      The modern world, with all it’s care & pain,

      The smoky streets, the hideous clanging mills,

      Face ’neath thy beams, Selene, and again

      We dream like shepherds on Chaldæa’s hills.

      Take heed, Diana, of my humble plea.

      Convey me where my happiness may last.

      Draw me against the tide of time’s rough sea

      And let my sprirt rest amid the past.

      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.

      On the Ruin of Rome

      Low dost thou lie, O Rome, neath the foot of the Teuton

      Slaves are thy men, and bent to the will of thy conqueror:

      Wither hath gone, great city, the race that gave law to all nations,

      Subdu’d the east and the west, and made them bow down to thy consuls.

      Knew not defeat, but gave it to all who attack’d thee?

      Dead! and replac’d by these wretches who cower in confusion

      Dead! They who gave us this empire to guard and to live in

      Rome, thou didst fall from thy pow’r with the proud race that made thee,

      And we, base Italians, enjoy’d what we could not have builded.

      To Pan

      Seated in a woodland glen

      By a shallow reedy stream

      Once I fell a-musing, when

      I was lull’d into a dream.

      From the brook a shape arose

      Half a man and half a goat.

      Hoofs it had instead of toes

      And a beard adorn’d its throat

      On a set of rustic reeds

      Sweetly play’d this hybrid man

      Naught car’d I for earthly needs,

      For I knew that this was Pan

      Nymphs & Satyrs gather’d ’round

      To enjoy the lively sound.

      All to soon I woke in pain

      And return’d to haunts of men.

      But in rural vales I’d fain

      Live and hear Pan’s pipes again.

      On the Vanity of Human Ambition

      Apollo, chasing Daphne, gain’d his prize

      But lo! she turn’d to wood before his eyes.

      More modern swains at golden prizes aim,

      And ever strive some worldly thing to claim.

      Yet ’tis the same as in Apollo’s case,

      For, once attain’d, the purest gold seems base.

      All that men seek ’s unworthy of the quest,

      Yet seek they will, and never pause for rest.

      True bliss, methinks, a man can only find

      In virtuous life, & cultivated mind.

      Part II.

      Fantasy and Horror

      Nemesis

      * * * * *

      Written: 1st November 1917

      First Published in The Vagrant,

      No. 7 (June 1918), Pages 41-43

      Thro’ the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,

      Past the wan-moon’d abysses of night,

      I have liv’d o’er my lives without number,

      I have sounded all things with my sight;

      And I struggle

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