William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make - Poem by William Shakespeare

Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten,
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die;
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you entombèd 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 rehearse
When all the breathers of this world are dead.
You still shall live—such virtue hath my pen—
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.


Comments about Sonnet 81: Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To Make by William Shakespeare

  • Rookie - 93 Points Brian Jani (4/26/2014 8:31:00 AM)

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  • Rookie - 10 Points Egal Bohen (2/13/2008 9:42:00 AM)

    And so in truth hath uncreated eyes
    Read words of life immortal, long since writ
    Proving thy epitaph no lie
    Eternalised by thy creative wit (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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