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image of the suns raus through clouds in a blue skyI answer the heroic question
'Death, where is thy sting?' with 'it is here in my heart and mind and memories'.

 

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No Longer Mourn For Me - Sonnet 71 - 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 you 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.

No Longer Mourn For Me - Sonnet 71



Shakespeare's Sonnets


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