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 Copy Share Image
“The anchor heaves, the ship swings free The sails swell full. To sea, to sea!” — Thomas Lovell Beddoes Copy Share Image
If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rung his bell, What would you buy? — Thomas Lovell Beddoes Copy Share Image
Every apartment devoted to the circulation of the glass, may be regarded as a temple set apart for the performance of human sacrifices. And… — Thomas Lovell Beddoes Copy Share Image
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… — Thomas Lovell Beddoes Copy Share Image
There is some secret stirring in the world, / A thought that seeks impatiently its word. — Thomas Lovell Beddoes Copy Share Image
“Love? Do I love? I walk Within the brilliance of another's thought, As in a glory. I was dark before, as Venus' chapel in… — Thomas Lovell Beddoes Copy Share Image
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… — Thomas Lovell Beddoes Copy Share Image
How many times do I love, again? Tell me how many beads there are In a silver chain Of evening rain Unravelled from the… — Thomas Lovell Beddoes Copy Share Image
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… — Thomas Lovell Beddoes Copy Share Image
I'll be a new bird with the head of an ass, Two pigs' feet, two men's feet,and two of a hen — Thomas Lovell Beddoes Copy Share Image
