Alexa Campbell Poetry Notes
Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
No longer mourn for me when I am dead (a) Not any longer than is 1: a command
appropriate 2: Alliteration - sad, gloomy,
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell (b) Surly = unfriendly monotone
Once the bell ceases, you must 3: signalling death
Give warning to the world that I am fled (a) forget me Don't mourn for longer than
appropriate
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell; (b) Vile = worthless, redundant
a macabre image Extreme, assault on the
Dwell = no senses
Nay, if you read this line, remember not (c)
The hand that writ it; for I love you so, (d) Simple and sincere
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, (c) Sad (onomatopoeia)
If thinking on me then should make you woe. (d)
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse, (e) Emotional utterance Suggest pensiveness,
This poem reflection, perhaps
When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, (f) Buried self-indulgence
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, (e)
But let your love even with my life decay, (f) Let go of me / our relationship
Lest the wise world should look into your moan, (g) For fear that Pry, intrude, be intolerant
Mockery Be curious about ur sadness
And mock you with me after I am gone. (g) Contemporary society must not
be given the opportunity to
mock or demean our
relationship
Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
No longer mourn for me when I am dead (a) Not any longer than is 1: a command
appropriate 2: Alliteration - sad, gloomy,
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell (b) Surly = unfriendly monotone
Once the bell ceases, you must 3: signalling death
Give warning to the world that I am fled (a) forget me Don't mourn for longer than
appropriate
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell; (b) Vile = worthless, redundant
a macabre image Extreme, assault on the
Dwell = no senses
Nay, if you read this line, remember not (c)
The hand that writ it; for I love you so, (d) Simple and sincere
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, (c) Sad (onomatopoeia)
If thinking on me then should make you woe. (d)
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse, (e) Emotional utterance Suggest pensiveness,
This poem reflection, perhaps
When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, (f) Buried self-indulgence
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, (e)
But let your love even with my life decay, (f) Let go of me / our relationship
Lest the wise world should look into your moan, (g) For fear that Pry, intrude, be intolerant
Mockery Be curious about ur sadness
And mock you with me after I am gone. (g) Contemporary society must not
be given the opportunity to
mock or demean our
relationship
