Here you will find the Poem The Last Man of poet Thomas Lovell Beddoes
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 --
