“Shivering in fever, weak, and parched to sand,
My ears, those entrances of word-dressed thoughts,
My pictured eyes, and my assuring touch,
Fell from me, and my body turned me forth
From its beloved abode: then I was dead;
And in my grave beside my corpse I sat,
In vain attempting to return”

— Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Dream of Dying, from The Poetical Works of Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1890).

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English poet, dramatist and physician 1803–1849

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