Thomas Lovell Beddoes
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Thomas Lovell Beddoes Poems
Song from the Ship
To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er; The wanton water leaps in sport, And rattles down the pebbly shore; The dolphin wheels, the sea-cows snort,
Ballad Of Human Life
WHEN we were girl and boy together, We toss’d about the flowers And wreath’d the blushing hours Into a posy green and sweet.
HOW many times do I love thee, dear? Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new-fall'n year,
So thou art come again, old black-winged night, Like an huge bird, between us and the sun, Hiding, with out-stretched form, the genial light; And still, beneath thine icy bosom's dun
A Clock Striking Midnight
Hark to the echo of Time’s footsteps; gone Thise moments are into the unseen grave Of ages. Thy have vanished nameless. None, While they are deep under the eddying wave
Thread the nerves through the right holes; Get out of my bones, you wormy souls. Shut up my stomach, the ribs are full;
Songs From “Death’s Jest-Book” II - Dirg...
IF thou wilt ease thine heart Of love and all its smart, Then sleep, dear, sleep; And not a sorrow
Song: Yes, Mary Ann
Yes, Mary Ann, I freely grant, The charms of Henry's eyes I see; But while I gaze, I something want, I want those eyes -- to gaze on me.
Song from the Waters
Act I, scene iv, lines 259-72 The swallow leaves her nest, The soul my weary breast;
To Sea! To Sea!
TO sea, to sea! The calm is o'er; The wanton water leaps in sport, And rattles down the pebbly shore;
Old Adam, the Carrion Crow
Old Adam, the carrion crow, The old crow of Cairo; He sat in the shower, and let it flow Under his tail and over his crest;
Tis a moon-tinted primrose, with a well Of trembling dew; in its soft atmosphere, A tiny whirlwind of sweet smells, doth swell A lady bird; and when no sound is near
Lines Written in a Blank Leaf of the ‘Pr...
Write it in gold - a Spirit of the sun, An Intellect ablaze with heavenly thoughts, A soul with all the dews of pathos shining, Odorous with love, and sweet to silent woe
Sonnet - To Tartar, a Terrier Beauty
Snowdrop of dogs, with ear of brownest dye, Like the last orphan leaf of naked tree Which shudders in black autumn; though by thee, Of hearing careless and untutored eye,
Comments about Thomas Lovell Beddoes
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Song from the Ship
To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er;
The wanton water leaps in sport,
And rattles down the pebbly shore;
The dolphin wheels, the sea-cows snort,
And unseen Mermaids' pearly song
Comes bubbling up, the weeds among.
Fling broad the sail, dip deep the oar:
To sea, to sea! the calm is o'er.
To sea, to sea! our wide-winged bark
Shall billowy cleave its sunny way,
And with its shadow, fleet and dark,
Break the caved Tritons' azure day,
Like mighty eagle soaring light
O'er antelopes ...