You can hear the ‘surly sullen bell’ chiming through this sonnet, with its long, definite monosyllables. I love the way the poet establishes the conceit of not wanting to be remembered, and yet is evoking memory in every single line.
Sonnet 71 is here read by one of our Shakespeare Aloud actors, John Robert Partridge.
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.
Listen to the same sonnet being read by a student at the University of Tubingen by clicking here.
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