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Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead

by William Shakespeare

No longer mourn for me when I am dead

Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell

Give warning to the world that I am fled

From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:

Nay, if you read this line, remember not

The hand that writ it, for I love you so,

That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,

If thinking on me then should make you woe.

O! if, — I say you look upon this verse,

When I perhaps compounded am with clay,

Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;

But let your love even with my life decay;

Lest the wise world should look into your moan,

And mock you with me after I am gone.

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Poem
Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Poet
William Shakespeare
Length
14 lines
Form
Sonnet
Themes
Death & Loss, Love, Sad

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Shape
14 lines · one 14-line stanza
Line length
Mostly 10-syllable lines (pentameter length).

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Author record
William Shakespeare1564–1616
Source record
PoetryDBSonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by william-shakespeare, PoetryDB transcription
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