Though I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave, When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall... Blackwood's Magazine - Page 5741828Full view - About this book
| Patrick Cheney - 2007
...imagined to guarantee the immortality of both poems and lover through continual re-creation and rehearsal: 'Your monument shall be my gentle verse, / Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, / And tongues to be your being shall rehearse' (Sonnet 8 1 , lines 9-11). The fact that... | |
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