Beeny is a hamlet in north Cornwall, England, UK. It lies in a sheltered valley near the coast two miles (3 km) northeast of Boscastle.

Literary allusions

Very specifically there is a poem by Thomas Hardy, perhaps better known for his prose works. Beeny Cliff March 1870 - March 1913 O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free - The woman who I loved so, and who loyally loved me. The pale mews plained below us, and the waves seemed far away In a nether sky, engrossed in saying their ceaseless babbling say, As we laughed light-heartedly aloft on that clear-sunned March day. A little cloud then cloaked us, and there flew an irised rain. And the Atlantic dyed its levels with a dull misfeatured stain, And then the sun burst out again, and purples prinked the main.

• Still in all its chasmal beauty bulks old Beeny to the sky, And shall she and I not go there once again now March is nigh, And the sweet things said in that March say anew there by and by? What if still in chasmal beauty looms that wild weird western shore, The woman now is - elsewhere - whom the ambling pony bore, And nor knows nor cares for Beeny, and will laugh there nevermore. Further, in "A Death-Day Recalled," collected in Satires of Circumstance (1914), Thomas Hardy wrote: Beeny did not quiver, <BR> Juliot grew not gray, <BR>Thin Vallency's river <BR> Held its wonted way. <BR>Bos seemed not to utter <BR> Dimmest note of dirge, <BR>Targan mouth a mutter <BR> To its creamy surge. Yet though these, unheeding, <BR> Listless, passed the hour <BR>Of her spirit's speeding, <BR> She had, in her flower, <BR>Sought and loved the places <BR> Much and often pined <BR>For their lonely faces <BR> When in towns confined. Why did not Vallency <BR> In his purl deplore <BR>One whose haunts were whence he <BR> Drew his limpid store? <BR>Why did Bos not thunder, <BR> Targan apprehend <BR>Body and Breath were sunder <BR> Of their former friend?

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