"espy amidst these tombs"
Oct. 21st, 2006 07:32 amIt was wonderful to see
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dement1a and many others yesterday at PhreakNIC X!
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Memeage:


Who (In Lovecraft's Universe) Are You?
You are Herbert West, Re-Animator, from the story of the same name. You create a potion that restores life-a bit like a cross between Jekyll-and-Hyde and Frankenstein. You are killed my mad zombies.
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And now, one favorite author pays tribute to another:
"In a Sequester’d Providence Churchyard Where Once Poe Walk’d" by H.P. Lovecraft (1936)
Eternal brood the shadows on this ground,
Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;
Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,
Arched high above a hidden world of yore.
Round all the scene a light of memory plays,
And dead leaves whisper of departed days,
Longing for sights and sounds that are no more.
Lonely and sad, a specter glides along
Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell;
No common glance discerns him, though his song
Peals down through time with a mysterious spell.
Only the few who sorcery's secret know,
Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe.
Are you trying to decide what to watch on TV this Halloween? Are you in the U.S.? If so, be sure to check out
Memeage:
Who (In Lovecraft's Universe) Are You?
You are Herbert West, Re-Animator, from the story of the same name. You create a potion that restores life-a bit like a cross between Jekyll-and-Hyde and Frankenstein. You are killed my mad zombies.
Take this quiz!

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And now, one favorite author pays tribute to another:
"In a Sequester’d Providence Churchyard Where Once Poe Walk’d" by H.P. Lovecraft (1936)
Eternal brood the shadows on this ground,
Dreaming of centuries that have gone before;
Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound,
Arched high above a hidden world of yore.
Round all the scene a light of memory plays,
And dead leaves whisper of departed days,
Longing for sights and sounds that are no more.
Lonely and sad, a specter glides along
Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell;
No common glance discerns him, though his song
Peals down through time with a mysterious spell.
Only the few who sorcery's secret know,
Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe.
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