by H. P. Lovecraft
Horrible beyond conception was the change which had taken place in my best friend, Crawford Tillinghast. I had not seen him since that day, two months and a half before, when he told me toward what … Read the rest
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The Whisperer in Darkness
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by H. P. Lovecraft
I saw him on a sleepless night when I was walking desperately to save my soul and my vision. My coming to New York had been a mistake; for whereas I had looked for poignant wonder … Read the rest
A Cycle of Verse
by H. P. Lovecraft
I. Oceanus Sometimes I stand upon the shore Where ocean vaults their effluence pour, And troubled waters sigh and shriek Of secrets that they dare not speak. From nameless valleys far below, And hills and plains… Read the rest
Herbert West: Reanimator
by H. P. Lovecraft
Of Herbert West, who was my friend in college and in after life, I can speak only with extreme terror. This terror is not due altogether to the sinister manner of his recent disappearance, but was … Read the rest
Astrophobos
by H. P. Lovecraft
In the Midnight heaven's burning Through the ethereal deeps afar Once I watch'd with restless yearning An alluring aureate star; Ev'ry eve aloft returning Gleaming nigh the Arctic Car. Mystic waves of beauty blended With the… Read the rest
History of the Necronomicon
by H. P. Lovecraft
Original title Al Azif — azif being the word used by Arabs to designate that nocturnal sound (made by insects) suppos’d to be the howling of daemons.
Composed by Abdul Alhazred, a mad poet of Sanaá, … Read the rest
Christmastide
by H. P. Lovecraft
The cottage hearth beams warm and bright, The candles gaily glow; The stars emit a kinder light Above the drifted snow. Down from the sky a magic steals To glad the passing year, And belfries sing… Read the rest
Hypnos
by H. P. Lovecraft
Apropos of sleep, that sinister adventure of all our nights, we may say that men go to bed daily with an audacity that would be incomprehensible if we did not know that it is the result … Read the rest
Hallowe’en in a Suburb
by H. P. Lovecraft
The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
And the harpies of upper air,
That flutter and laugh and stare.
For … Read the rest