8 thoughts on “ When I?m dead my dearest - Bjoern Alberternst - Another Working Class Hero (CD, Album)

  1. When I am dead, my dearest, / Sing no sad songs for me; / Plant thou no roses at my head, / Nor shady cypress tree: / Be the green grass above me / With showers and dewdrops wet.
  2. Jan 25,  · When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if .
  3. Dec 20,  · I had gone through several possible sources for the text of this work, but it wasn’t until I found this poem that I suddenly had the music come to me. “When I am Dead, My Dearest” is set to.
  4. Oct 30,  · When I am Dead, My Dearest Analysis. In Christina Rossetti’s poem “When I am Dead, My Dearest,” the first stanza is about the world of the living while the second stanza is the poet’s imagination of her experience in the grave. the entire poem does not have a well-organized rhyming pattern which symbolizes the poet’s unstable mentality before her death.
  5. Be the green grass above me When I am dead, my dearest Sing no sad songs for me - alliteration Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; -imagery And if thou wilt remember And if thou wilt, forget - Repetition Sing on, as if in pain - Simile And dreaming through.
  6. Dec 02,  · When I am Dead, My Dearest When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the.
  7. 'Song (When I am dead, my dearest)' - Synopsis and commentary Synopsis. The speaker of Song looks forward to his/her own death and instructs a lover or friend not to .
  8. When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain;.

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