Oviparous means laying eggs, more or less. I’ll let you look up tailor. The mind of Mr. Beddoes was always on overdrive–before overdrive existed. Somebody should write a movie based on this poem. Find more gothic poetry, fiction and history on HalloweenHaunt.wordpress.com. You can also find the Haunt on Facebook.Google+. and Twitter @HalloweenHaunt.
I’ve missed Thomas Lovell Beddoes, so here is another poem from the gothic master. If there are any authors you would like to hear in the Haunt, please tell us at at Twitter @HalloweenHaunt, or on our Facebook page, or HalloweenHaunt.wordpress.com.
Mister Beddoes was not known for his jocularity, but he seemed to be in a good mood when he wrote these lines for his play-in-verse, Death’s Jest-Book. More can be found at HalloweenHaunt.wordpress.com. Please join us on Facebook and Twitter @HalloweenHaunt.
We return to Mr. Beddoes, again for a sort of love poem. If you have any poems or stories you would like to share, or if you would like to read a version of the poem yourself (different books changed a word or two, believe it or not), do it at HalloweenHaunt.wordpress.com.
Thomas Lovell Beddoes had an outlook on life perfect for Halloween. He was obsessed with death. Enjoy a bit of culture in the Halloween Haunt, and let us know what poem or story you would like to hear at HalloweenHaunt.wordpress.com.
The moon is making me feel romantic, so I present a poem by Thomas Lovell Beddoes entitled, “The Phantom-Wooer.” Full shownotes at HalloweenHaunt.wordpress.com, and please let us know if this made you feel romantic.