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Thomas Lovell Beddoes Poems

  • Song From The Waters
    Act I, scene iv, lines 259-72

    The swallow leaves her nest,
    The soul my weary breast; ...
  • From -torrismondâ? - In A Garden By Moonlight
    Veronica. COME then, a song; a winding gentle song,
    To lead me into sleep. Let it be low
    As zephyr, telling secrets to his rose,
    For I would hear the murmuring of my thoughts; ...
  • Song Of The Stygian Naiades
    Proserpine may pull her flowers,
    Wet with dew or wet with tears,
    Red with anger, pale with fears;
    Is it any fault of ours, ...
  • Let Dew The Flowers Fill
    LET dew the flowers fill;
    No need of fell despair,
    Though to the grave you bear
    One still of soul-but now too still, ...
  • Wolfram's Dirge
    IF thou wilt ease thine heart
    Of love and all its smart,
       Then sleep, dear, sleep;
    And not a sorrow ...
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Song 15 I Love You 13 Love 13 Soul 10 Heart 9 Sun 8 Rose 8 Light 8 Deep 7 Sleep 7


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Jakujin: the last play: fiction on two queer english playwrights a story on shakespeare, a poem on thomas lovell beddoes
Ericesheng: i heard ‘if there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?’ from a song (john ireland setting thomas lovell beddoes) as ‘if there were greens to sell, what would you buy?’
Melaniejaxn: tell me how many beads there are in a silver chain of evening rain, unravelled from the tumbling main... ~thomas lovell beddoes
Technopreneurjp: if there were dreams to sell, what would you buy? by thomas lovell beddoes
Ishmaelphineas: “if there are ghosts to raise, / what shall i call, / out of hell’s murky haze, / heaven’s blue pall? …” my new setting of “dream-pedlary” by thomas lovell beddoes:
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