Thomas Lovell Beddoes was born on 30 June 1803 at Clifton, then a fashionable suburb near Bristol, and died at Basel, Switzerland, on 26 January 1849. He occupies an unusual and enduring position in English literature: neither comfortably Romantic nor Victorian, neither wholly a poet nor wholly a dramatist, neither merely a physician nor merely an eccentric amateur of science. His work belongs to the dark afterlife o…
“I am a poet, and therefore I am a liar.”
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1 live poem · Old English
In the flickering candlelight of a Northumbrian monastery, a young boy bent over his wax tablet, carefully forming Latin letters under the watchful eye of his monastic teachers. This child, taken from his family at age seven and given to the abbey of Wearmouth, would grow to become one of medieval Europe's most luminous intellects. Bede the Venerable, born around 673 in the Anglo-Saxon kingdom of Northumbria and dyin…
“The world is like a house, which is illuminated by the light of the sun while the sun is above the horizon, but darkened when it sets.”
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