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There could be no better exercise for a young verse-writer than to attempt his own expression of this idea, and then to examine these lines by Beddoes lines where simplicity and splendour have been woven together with the ease of accomplished art. How glorious to live!
L. departed for Italy. Mr. Lambton's health still declining, and considering that his only chance for life depended on the skill of his own experienced physician, he wrote to Dr. Beddoes, urging him, without delay to set off, I think, for Naples. This I received from Dr. B. himself, who said, at the same time, "On Monday morning I shall set off for Italy."
Emmeline left the rest of the family at Conway, and went to stay with Mrs. Beddoes at Clifton, where she was married to Mr. In London Mr. Edgeworth purchased a roomy coach, in which his family travelled very comfortably. MARIA EDGEWORTH to MISS SOPHY RUXTON. LOUGHBOROUGH, Sept. 25, 1802.
At Basel, however, for some unexplained reason, the friends parted, and Beddoes fell immediately into the profoundest gloom. 'Il a été misérable, said the waiter at the Cigogne Hotel, where he was staying, 'il a voulu se tuer. It was true. He inflicted a deep wound in his leg with a razor, in the hope, apparently, of bleeding to death.
The main biographical facts, gathered from these sources, have been put together by Mr. Ramsay Colles, in his introduction to the new edition; but he has added nothing fresh; and we are still in almost complete ignorance as to the details of the last twenty years of Beddoes' existence full as those years certainly were of interest and even excitement.
Mary Beddoes and I are on the sofa next the door; Honora and Anna on the other, and somebody sitting in the middle talking by turns to each sofa. Who can that be? Not Harriet, for tea is over and she has seceded to Lucy's room not my mother, nor William, nor Mrs. Beaufort, nor Louisa, for the carriage has carried them away some hours ago, poor souls, and full-dressed bodies, to dine at Ardagh.
Gosse's edition is the final one. There are traces in Beddoes' letters of unpublished compositions which may still come to light. What has happened, one would like to know, to The Ivory Gate, that 'volume of prosaic poetry and poetical prose, which Beddoes talked of publishing in 1837? Only a few fine stanzas from it have ever appeared. And, as Mr.
Although quotation is in the main impossible in this book, Beddoes, despite the efforts of his friend Kelsall, of Mr. Swinburne, of Mr. I have known a critic who said deliberately of the above-mentioned stanza in "Dream-Pedlary" 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 roseleaf down.
Fortunately Beddoes, though he did far less than he might have done, possessed so rich a genius that what he did, though small in quantity, is in quality beyond price. 'I might have been, among other things, a good poet, were his last words. 'Among other things'! Aye, there's the rub. But, in spite of his own 'might have been, a good poet he was.
There was much of degradation in this: for even vice and virtue had lost their attributes life life the continuation of our animal mechanism was the Alpha and Omega of the desires, the prayers, the prostrate ambition of human race. Calderon de la Barca. Wordsworth. Keats. Andrew Marvell. The Cenci The Brides' Tragedy, by T. L. Beddoes, Esq.
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