There is some secret stirring in the world, / A thought that seeks impatiently its word.
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
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
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!
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, 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…
If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rung his bell, What would you buy? - Thomas Lovell Beddoes
If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rung his bell, What would you buy?
There is some secret stirring in the world, / A thought that seeks impatiently its word. - 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
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…
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