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Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус)


The Last Man


By heaven and hell, and all the fools between them,
I will not die, nor sleep, nor wink my eyes,
But think myself into a god; old Death
Shall dream he has slain me, and I'll creep behind him,
Thrust off the bony tyrant from his throne
And beat him into dust. Or I will burst
Damnation's iron egg, my tomb, and come
Half damned, ere they make lightning of my soul,
And creep into thy carcase as thou sleepest
Between two crimson fevers. I'll dethrone
The empty skeleton, and be thy death,
A death of grinding madness. -- Fear me now;
I am a devil, not a human soul.



Thomas Lovell Beddoes's other poems:
  1. Resurrection Song
  2. Song on the Water
  3. The Rosy Hour
  4. Song from the Second Brother
  5. Lines Written in a Blank Leaf of the ‘Prometheus Unbound’


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Thomas Campbell (Томас Кэмпбелл) The Last Man ("All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom")

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