Sonnet 71 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead (by Shakespeare)
LXXI.
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.
Posted by Jesus Crisis at 11/10/2009 8:06 AM 
Categories: British,Poetry,1600s,Shakespeare (William)
Tags: British Literature Sonnets English Literature William Shakespeare British Poetry Sonnet LXXI
Categories: British,Poetry,1600s,Shakespeare (William)
Tags: British Literature Sonnets English Literature William Shakespeare British Poetry Sonnet LXXI
Sonnets: LXXIII
That time of year, thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me though seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou seest the glowing os such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thous perceiv'st which makes thy love more strong.
To love that well which thou must leave ere long:
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Except for a couple of typos I beat you to this one. lol
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The above sonnet was on page 1,203 of my "Complete Works of William Shakespeare"
(You only have 16 more pages of sonnets to include all of them!!)
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