From “Torrismond” – In A Garden By Moonlight (Thomas Lovell Beddoes Poems)
Veronica. COME then, a song; a winding gentle song,To lead me into sleep. Let it be lowAs zephyr, telling secrets ...
Veronica. COME then, a song; a winding gentle song,To lead me into sleep. Let it be lowAs zephyr, telling secrets ...
Hark to the echo of Time's footsteps; goneThise moments are into the unseen graveOf ages. Thy have vanished nameless. None,While ...
WHEN we were girl and boy together,We toss'd about the flowersAnd wreath'd the blushing hoursInto a posy green and sweet.I ...
Act II Scene ii, lines 26-55A ho! A ho!Love's horn doth blow,And he will out a-hawking go.His shafts are light ...
Old Adam, the carrion crow,The old crow of Cairo;He sat in the shower, and let it flowUnder his tail and ...
Act IV, scene iiiA cypress-bough and a rose-wreath sweet,A wedding robe, and a winding-sheet,A bridal bed and a bier.Thine be ...
Write it in gold - a Spirit of the sun,An Intellect ablaze with heavenly thoughts,A soul with all the dews ...
Act I, scene 1, lines 141-60Poor old pilgrim Misery,Beneath the silent moon he sate,A-listening to the screech owl's cry,And the ...
To sea, to sea! The calm is o'er;The wanton water leaps in sport,And rattles down the pebbly shore;The dolphin wheels, ...
It is a lovely stream; its wavelets purlAs if they echoed to the fall and riseOf the capricious breeze; each ...
If there were dreams to sell,What would you buy?Some cost a passing bell;Some a light sigh,That shakes from Life's fresh ...
IF thou wilt ease thine heartOf love, and all its smart,-Then sleep, dear, sleep!And not a sorrowHang any tear on ...
STREW not earth with empty stars,Strew it not with roses,Nor feathers from the crest of Mars,Nor summer's idle posies.'Tis not ...
How many times do I love thee, dear?Tell me how many thoughts there beIn the atmosphereOf a new-fall'n year,Whose white ...
Act I, scene iv, lines 259-72The swallow leaves her nest,The soul my weary breast;But therefore let the rainOn my graveFall ...
LET dew the flowers fill;No need of fell despair,Though to the grave you bearOne still of soul-but now too still,One ...
Thread the nerves through the right holes;Get out of my bones, you wormy souls.Shut up my stomach, the ribs are ...
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