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 threa…

- Thomas Lovell Beddoes

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

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 d…

- Thomas Lovell Beddoes

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

- Thomas Lovell Beddoes

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 ough…

- Thomas Lovell Beddoes

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

- Thomas Lovell Beddoes