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Howard Lovecraft

The Nameless City

  • Kou Ssayhar citeretfor 6 år siden
    That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.
  • Desmondhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    reservoir of darkness, black

    As witches' cauldrons are, when fill'd

    With moon-drugs in th' eclipse distill'd

    Leaning to look if foot might pass

    Down thro' that chasm, I saw, beneath,

    As far as vision could explore,

    The jetty sides as smooth as glass,

    Looking as if just varnish'd o'er

    With that dark pitch the Seat of Death

    Throws out upon its slimy shore.
  • Desmondhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    That is not dead which can eternal lie,

    And with strange aeons death may die.
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