{"history":[],"article":{"id":"8399c11b-c84b-42cd-afdd-9fe87b072eaf","title":"Beeny","slug":"beeny","content":":::summary\n**Country:** England \n**Coordinates:** 50.70075°N, -4.67022°W \n**Official Name:** Beeny \n**Static Image Name:** Beeny Cliff - geograph.org.uk - 1565213.jpg \n**Static Image Caption:** Beeny Cliff \n**Shire County:** [Cornwall](https://bliptext.com/articles/cornwall) \n**Region:** South West England \n**Post Town:** BOSCASTLE \n**Postcode District:** PL35 \n**Postcode Area:** PL \n**Os Grid Reference:** SX1192 \n:::\n\n# \n**Beeny** is a [hamlet](https://bliptext.com/articles/hamlet-place) in north [Cornwall](https://bliptext.com/articles/cornwall), England, [UK](https://bliptext.com/articles/united-kingdom).\nIt lies in a sheltered valley near the coast two miles (3 km) northeast of [Boscastle](https://bliptext.com/articles/boscastle).\n\n# Literary allusions\nVery specifically there is a poem by [Thomas Hardy](https://bliptext.com/articles/thomas-hardy), perhaps better known for his prose works.\n**Beeny Cliff**\nMarch 1870 - March 1913\nO the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea\nAnd the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free -\nThe woman who I loved so, and who loyally loved me.\nThe pale mews plained below us, and the waves seemed far away\nIn a nether sky, engrossed in saying their ceaseless babbling say,\nAs we laughed light-heartedly aloft on that clear-sunned March day.\nA little cloud then cloaked us, and there flew an irised rain.\nAnd the Atlantic dyed its levels with a dull misfeatured stain,\nAnd then the sun burst out again, and purples prinked the main.\n- Still in all its chasmal beauty bulks old Beeny to the sky,\nAnd shall she and I not go there once again now March is nigh,\nAnd the sweet things said in that March say anew there by and by?\nWhat if still in chasmal beauty looms that wild weird western shore,\nThe woman now is - elsewhere - whom the ambling pony bore,\nAnd nor knows nor cares for Beeny, and will laugh there nevermore.\nFurther, in \"A Death-Day Recalled,\" collected in [Satires of Circumstance](https://bliptext.com/articles/satires-of-circumstance) (1914), [Thomas Hardy](https://bliptext.com/articles/thomas-hardy) wrote:\nBeeny did not quiver,\n
Juliot grew not gray,\n
Thin [Vallency's river](https://bliptext.com/articles/river-valency)\n
Held its wonted way.\n
Bos seemed not to utter\n
Dimmest note of dirge,\n
Targan mouth a mutter\n
To its creamy surge.\nYet though these, unheeding,\n
Listless, passed the hour\n
Of her spirit's speeding,\n
She had, in her flower,\n
Sought and loved the places\n
Much and often pined\n
For their lonely faces\n
When in towns confined.\nWhy did not Vallency\n
In his purl deplore\n
One whose haunts were whence he
Drew his limpid store?\n
Why did Bos not thunder,\n
Targan apprehend\n
Body and Breath were sunder\n
Of their former friend?\n\n# Notable residents","current_revision":null,"created_by":"kACnuQmH5k9Nr5VNVEpVeg7XpvUmMctD","created_at":"2025-01-26T09:56:18.798Z","updated_at":"2025-01-26T09:56:18.798Z","search_vector":"'beeni':1","search_content":" \n**Country:** England \n**Coordinates:** 50.70075°N, -4.67022°W \n**Official Name:** Beeny \n**Static Image Name:** Beeny Cliff - geograph.org.uk - 1565213.jpg \n**Static Image Caption:** Beeny Cliff \n**Shire County:** [Cornwall](https://bliptext.com/articles/cornwall) \n**Region:** South West England \n**Post Town:** BOSCASTLE \n**Postcode District:** PL35 \n**Postcode Area:** PL \n**Os Grid Reference:** SX1192 \n \n\n# \n**Beeny** is a [hamlet](https://bliptext.com/articles/hamlet-place) in north [Cornwall](https://bliptext.com/articles/cornwall), England, [UK](https://bliptext.com/articles/united-kingdom).\nIt lies in a sheltered valley near the coast two miles (3 km) northeast of [Boscastle](https://bliptext.com/articles/boscastle).\n\n# Literary allusions\nVery specifically there is a poem by [Thomas Hardy](https://bliptext.com/articles/thomas-hardy), perhaps better known for his prose works.\n**Beeny Cliff**\nMarch 1870 - March 1913\nO the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea\nAnd the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free -\nThe woman who I loved so, and who loyally loved me.\nThe pale mews plained below us, and the waves seemed far away\nIn a nether sky, engrossed in saying their ceaseless babbling say,\nAs we laughed light-heartedly aloft on that clear-sunned March day.\nA little cloud then cloaked us, and there flew an irised rain.\nAnd the Atlantic dyed its levels with a dull misfeatured stain,\nAnd then the sun burst out again, and purples prinked the main.\n- Still in all its chasmal beauty bulks old Beeny to the sky,\nAnd shall she and I not go there once again now March is nigh,\nAnd the sweet things said in that March say anew there by and by?\nWhat if still in chasmal beauty looms that wild weird western shore,\nThe woman now is - elsewhere - whom the ambling pony bore,\nAnd nor knows nor cares for Beeny, and will laugh there nevermore.\nFurther, in \"A Death-Day Recalled,\" collected in [Satires of Circumstance](https://bliptext.com/articles/satires-of-circumstance) (1914), [Thomas Hardy](https://bliptext.com/articles/thomas-hardy) wrote:\nBeeny did not quiver,\n Juliot grew not gray,\n Thin [Vallency's river](https://bliptext.com/articles/river-valency)\n Held its wonted way.\n Bos seemed not to utter\n Dimmest note of dirge,\n Targan mouth a mutter\n To its creamy surge.\nYet though these, unheeding,\n Listless, passed the hour\n Of her spirit's speeding,\n She had, in her flower,\n Sought and loved the places\n Much and often pined\n For their lonely faces\n When in towns confined.\nWhy did not Vallency\n In his purl deplore\n One whose haunts were whence he Drew his limpid store?\n Why did Bos not thunder,\n Targan apprehend\n Body and Breath were sunder\n Of their former friend?\n\n# Notable residents","revisionCount":0},"hasMore":false,"nextCursor":null}

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