Beddoes was obsessed by death which led to suicide by poisoning.

Heres a virtual movie of Anna Beddoes the mother of Victorian Gothic poet Thomas Lovell Beddoes reading two of her son Thomas's poems "Fishermans song" and "Song from the waters".

Thomas Lovell Beddoes 1803 - 1849 romantic poet and dramatist was born in Clifton, now part of Greater Bristol southwest England. His father, Thomas Beddoes, was a radical liberal minded physician remembered in medical history as the pioneer of nitrous oxide (laughing gas)..He grew up surrounded by his fathers world of anatomical studies (some say this led to his pre-occupation with death) and in the company of his fathers friends amongst whom were many luminaries of science and literature..He studied medicine himself in several Germanic medical schools but his often drunken rowdy behaviour coupled with his radical political activism and outspoken liberal opinions led to his expulsion. His unpredictable behaviour led to many of his friends and family believing him to be mad...In 1848 after contracting a desease possibly from an infected body he had come into contact with in a Frankfurt hospital and a first suicide attempt leading to the partial amputation of one of his legs for gangrene In despair he killed himself through posioning in 1849..by his body was left a note to one of his friends in which he described himself as "food for what I am good for—worms."....

The poem is read superbly by Geraldine Monk for the Thomas Lovell Beddoes Society.....

You can find out more about Thomas Lovell Beddoes by visiting the Phantom Wooer website at..

http://www.phantomwooer.org/

Kind Regards

Jim Clark
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Here is a virtual movie of the Victorian Gothic poet Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803 - 1849) reading his beautiful bittersweet romantic poem "Song for Siegfried"

Thomas Lovell Beddoes 1803 - 1849 romantic poet and dramatist was born in Clifton, now part of Greater Bristol southwest England. His father, Thomas Beddoes, was a radical liberal minded physician remembered in medical history as the pioneer of nitrous oxide (laughing gas)..He grew up surrounded by his fathers world of anatomical studies (some say this led to his pre-occupation with death) and in the company of his fathers friends amongst whom were many luminaries of science and literature..He studied medicine himself in several Germanic medical schools but his often drunken rowdy behaviour coupled with his radical political activism and outspoken liberal opinions led to his expulsion. His unpredictable behaviour led to many of his friends and family believing him to be mad...In 1848 after contracting a desease possibly from an infected body he had come into contact with in a Frankfurt hospital and a first suicide attempt leading to the partial amputation of one of his legs for gangrene In despair he killed himself through posioning in 1849..by his body was left a note to one of his friends in which he described himself as "food for what I am good for—worms."....

The poem is read superbly by publisher Alan Halsey for the Thomas Lovell Beddoes Society and the image used was painted by British artist Rosalind Bliss in 2008 especialy for this animation..A big thankyou to John Beddoes for his help in making this video possible....

You can find out more about Thomas Lovell Beddoes by visiting the Phantom Wooer website at..

http://www.phantomwooer.org/

Kind Regards

Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video sound recording copyright Jim Clark 2008

Heres a virtual movie of Anna Beddoes the mother of Victorian Gothic poet Thomas Lovell Beddoes reading her son Thomas's poem "Mummies and Skeletons".

Thomas Lovell Beddoes 1803 - 1849 romantic poet and dramatist was born in Clifton, now part of Greater Bristol southwest England. His father, Thomas Beddoes, was a radical liberal minded physician remembered in medical history as the pioneer of nitrous oxide (laughing gas)..He grew up surrounded by his fathers world of anatomical studies (some say this led to his pre-occupation with death) and in the company of his fathers friends amongst whom were many luminaries of science and literature..He studied medicine himself in several Germanic medical schools but his often drunken rowdy behaviour coupled with his radical political activism and outspoken liberal opinions led to his expulsion. His unpredictable behaviour led to many of his friends and family believing him to be mad...In 1848 after contracting a desease possibly from an infected body he had come into contact with in a Frankfurt hospital and a first suicide attempt leading to the partial amputation of one of his legs for gangrene In despair he killed himself through posioning in 1849..by his body was left a note to one of his friends in which he described himself as "food for what I am good for—worms."....

The poem is read superbly by Geraldine Monk for the Thomas Lovell Beddoes Society.....

You can find out more about Thomas Lovell Beddoes by visiting the Phantom Wooer website at..

http://www.phantomwooer.org/

Kind Regards

Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video sound recording copyright Jim Clark 2008




Mummies and Skeletons........

Mummies and skeletons, out of your stones;
Every age, every fashion, and figure of Death:
The death of the giant with petrified bones;
The death of the infant who never drew breath.
Little and gristly, or bony and big,
White and clattering, grassy and yellow;
The partners are waiting, so strike up a jig,
Dance and be merry, for Death's a droll fellow.
The emperor and empress, the king and the queen,
The knight and the abbot, friar fat, friar thin,
The gipsy and beggar, are met on the green;
Where's Death and his sweetheart? We want to begin.
In circles, and mazes, and many a figure,
Through clouds, over chimnies and corn-fields yellow,
We'll dance and laugh at the red-nosed grave-digger,
Who dreams not that Death is so merry a fellow.

Here is a virtual movie of the Victorian Gothic poet Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803 - 1849) reading his unforgetable poem "Doomsday"

Thomas Lovell Beddoes 1803 - 1849 romantic poet and dramatist was born in Clifton, now part of Greater Bristol southwest England. His father, Thomas Beddoes, was a radical liberal minded physician remembered in medical history as the pioneer of nitrous oxide (laughing gas)..He grew up surrounded by his fathers world of anatomical studies (some say this led to his pre-occupation with death) and in the company of his fathers friends amongst whom were many luminaries of science and literature..He studied medicine himself in several Germanic medical schools but his often drunken rowdy behaviour coupled with his radical political activism and outspoken liberal opinions led to his expulsion. His unpredictable behaviour led to many of his friends and family believing him to be mad...In 1848 after contracting a desease possibly from an infected body he had come into contact with in a Frankfurt hospital and a first suicide attempt leading to the partial amputation of one of his legs for gangrene In despair he killed himself through posioning in 1849..by his body was left a note to one of his friends in which he described himself as "food for what I am good for—worms."....

The poem is read superbly by publisher Alan Halsey for the Thomas Lovell Beddoes Society and the image used was painted by British artist Rosalind Bliss in 2008 especialy for this animation..A big thankyou to John Beddoes for his help in making this video possible....

You can find out more about Thomas Lovell Beddoes by visiting the Phantom Wooer website at..

http://www.phantomwooer.org/

Kind Regards

Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video sound recording copyright Jim Clark 2008

Doomsday.........

If I can raise one ghost, why I will raise
And call up doomsday from behind the east.
Awake then, ghostly doomsday!
Throw up your monuments, ye buried men
That lie in ruined cities of the wastes!
Ye battle fields, and woody mountain sides,
Ye lakes and, oceans, and ye lava floods
That have o'erwhelmed great cities, now roll back!
And let the sceptred break their pyramids,
An earthquake of the buried shake the domes
Of arched cathedrals, and o'erturn the forests,
Until the grassy mounds and sculptured floors,
The monumental statues, hollow rocks,
The paved churchyard, and the flowery mead,
And ocean's billowy sarcophagi,
Pass from the bosoms of the rising people
Like clouds! Enough of stars and suns immortal
Have risen in heaven: to-day, in earth and sea
Riseth mankind. And first, yawn deep and wide,
Ye marble palace-floors,
And let the uncoffined bones, which ye conceal,
Ascend, and dig their purple murderers up,
Out of their crowned death. Ye catacombs
Open your gates, and overwhelm the sands
With an eruption of the naked millions,
Out of old centuries! The buried navies
Shall hear the call, and shoot up from the sea,
Whose wrecks shall knock against the hollow mountains,
And wake the swallowed cities in their hearts.
Forgotten armies rattle with their spears
Against the rocky walls of their sepulchres:
An earthquake of the buried shakes the pillars
Of the thick-sown cathedrals; guilty forests,
Where bloody spades have dug 'mid nightly storms;
The muddy drowning-places of the babes;
The pyramids, and bony hiding places,

* * *

"Thou rainbow on the tearful lash of doomsday's morning star
Rise quick, and let me gaze into that planet deep and far,
As into a loved eye;
Or I must, like the fiery child of the Vesuvian womb,
Burst with my flickering ghost abroad, before the sun of doom
Rolls up the spectre sky."

A lowly mound, at stormy night, sent up this ardent prayer
Out of a murderer's grave, a traitor's nettly bed,
And the deeds of him, more dread than Cain, whose wickedness lay there,
All mankind hath heard or read.

"Oh doomsday, doomsday come! thou creative morn
Of graves in earth, and under sea, all teeming at the horn
Of angels fair and dread.
As thou the ghosts shalt waken, so I, the ghost, wake thee;
For thy rising sun and I shall rise together from the sea,
The eldest of the dead."

So crying, o'er the billowy main, an old ghost strode
To a churchyard on the shore,
O'er whose ancient corpse the billowy main of ships had ebbed and flowed,
Four thousand years or more.

* * *

"World, wilt thou yield thy spirits up, and be convulsed and die?
And, as I haunt the billowy main, thy ghost shall haunt the sky,
A pale unheeded star.
Oh doomsday, doomsday, when wilt thou dawn at length for me?"
So having prayed in moonlight waves, beneath the shipwrecked sea,
In spectral caverns far,
On moonlight, o'er the billowy main, the old ghost stepped,
And the winds their mockery sung.

charlie beddoes singin home original version by michael buble

charlie beddoes doing his version of party boy

Here is a virtual movie of the Victorian Gothic poet Thomas Lovell Beddoes reading his unforgetable poem "The Phantom Wooer" You can find out more about Thomas Lovell Beddoes by visiting the Phantom Wooer website at....

Here is a virtual movie of the Victorian Gothic poet Thomas Lovell Beddoes reading his unforgetable poem "The Ghosts Moonshine" You can find out more about Thomas Lovell Beddoes by visiting the Phantom Wooer website at....

Here is a virtual movie of the Victorian Gothic poet Thomas Lovell Beddoes reading his unforgetable poem "Dream Pedlary" You can find out more about Thomas Lovell Beddoes by visiting the Phantom Wooer website at....

Here is a virtual movie of Victorian Gothic poet Thomas Lovell Beddoes Reading His poem "The Dance of Death" The poem is read superbly by publisher and poet Alan Halsey you can find out more about Thomas Lovell Beddoes by visiting the...

Live Electronic Sprawl 9th 12 07 Beddoes For Barry Ray (Room40) Alex Czinczel+Joshua Meggitt

Ben Beddoes and his Big Band at the Acacia Hall in Dartford. 18/11/07

Intro of the C+B pilot

Shane Hampsheir rehearsing with The Ben Beddoes Big Band and the amazing Liz Burville Dancers! For show at the Woodville Halls in Gravesend

Beddoes enjoys his walks through the unspoilt landscape of shropshire, theres always time to reflect on a long day and to rewind with a refreshing beverage... However, Sometimes, products of a less pure substance escape into society.

Etobicoke Sports Hall of Fame
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Shane Hampsheir and the Ben Beddoes Big Band rehearsing at the MJC

The Ben Beddoes Big Band In Full Swing

Graem Beddoes New Demo Reel

Chiaki Ishikawa est une chanteuse Japonaise née le 29 Mars 1969. Elle est également la voix du duo musical See-Sa...

VIVE LES ZAHLEIOTES, DES RÉSISTANTS A LA BARBARIE SYRIENNE! Remarquez le doigt que fait la dame à la fin à hafez el Assad, trop fort! "Beddo yekhoud Zahleh, beddo yekhoud heik" ahahaha

Heres a virtual movie of Edgar Allan Poe reading his much celebrated poem "Annabel Lee". The reading is by Basil Rathbone. Annabel Lee.....

Heres a virtual movie of Edgar Allan Poe reading his much loved and very dark poem "The Raven" The poem is read superbly by Basil Rathbone. Heres an excerpt of what the excellent Wikipedia says about this most famous of poems...

Heres a virtual movie of Dylan Thomas reading his celebrated poem "The force that through the green fuse drives the flower". Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Cark 2008

Heres a virtual movie of Theodore Wratislaw 1871 - 1933 who was one of the more obscure members of the decadent poetry movement of the late Victorian period which included Ernest Dowson and Arthur Symons. Little seems to be known of him...

NIKKATSU ROMAN PORNO

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super live de ali project !!! vous pouvez l'avoir sur http://akira-haru.skyblog...

This is a raw Trailer i made for Konya Hitori no Beddo De, a J-Dorama which will broadcast in your youTUBE™ screen by eAmiruProduction!™ early 2007. If i'm the first to upload, its good but... if not please let me kn...