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Thomas Lovell Beddoes Quotes

There is some secret stirring in the world, / A thought that seeks impatiently its word.

There is some secret stirring in the world, / A thought that seeks impatiently its word.

Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Secret, World, Stirring
Thomas Lovell Beddoes, Thomas Forbes Kelsall, Charles Dacres Bevan (1851). “Memoir. The second brother. Torrismond. Dramatic scenes and fragments. Miscellaneous poems. Poetic fragments. Appendix. Notes”, p.121

If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rung his bell, What would you buy?

Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Love, Dream, Bells
'Dream-Pedlary'

How many times do I love, again? Tell me how many beads there are In a silver chain Of evening rain Unravelled from the trembling main And threading the eye of a yellow star:- So many times do I love again.

Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Love, Life, Valentines Day
Thomas Lovell Beddoes, “Song From Torrismond”

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 crown Only a rose-leaf down. If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rung the bell, What would you buy?

Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Dream, Light, Rose
'Dream-Pedlary'

Like mighty eagle soaring light. O'er antelopes on Alpine height. The anchor heaves, the ship swings free, The sails swell full. To sea, to sea!

Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Adventure, Light, Swings
Thomas Lovell Beddoes, Thomas Forbes Kelsall, Charles Dacres Bevan (1851). “The Poems, Posthumous and Collected: Death's jest-book. The brides' tragedy”, p.11

Every apartment devoted to the circulation of the glass, may be regarded as a temple set apart for the performance of human sacrifices. And they ought to be fitted up like the ancient temples in Egypt, in a manner to show the real atrocity of the superstition that is carried on within their walls.

Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Wall, Real, Sacrifice

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