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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...

A Day by the Fire: And Other Papers, Hitherto Uncollected - Page 359
by Leigh Hunt - 1870 - 368 pages
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A Companion to Shakespeare's Sonnets

Michael Schoenfeldt - Literary Criticism - 2006 - 536 pages

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Constructions of Childhood in Ancient Greece and Italy

Ada Cohen, Jeremy B. Rutter - Architecture - 2007 - 421 pages

...falling from the nose of Enkidu's corpse (tablet 10), and in Shakespeare's sonnet 71, which begins, "No longer mourn for me when I am dead / Than you...From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell." 63. Compare this idea with that expressed by Theodore Roethke in his 1964 poem "Wish for a Young Wife,"...

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