Poem
Fear no more the heat o’
the sun;
Nor the furious winter’s rages, (metaphor)
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust. (Simile)
Nor the furious winter’s rages, (metaphor)
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust. (Simile)
Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak: (simile)
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust. (Personification)
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak: (simile)
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust. (Personification)
Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
About the poem
This poem is about death and it is saying that everyone is going
to be turned into dust. The author is trying to say that we are all going to
die, and that is there no need to stress or worry about life. No one needs to
be anxious about tomorrow, about the way they are getting their food or clothe,
or being scared of the people in a higher position. No matter who you are and
no matter how old you are, or what position you hold death will always be
waiting for you and you’ll be turned into dust. Your family and friends won’t
come down there with you, nor will your knowledge.
When death comes to us we won’t fear anything. He’s telling us
that we won’t fear the heat of the sun, the winters rage, the frown of the
great which are the people of a higher position than us in life, the lighting
flash, the thunder stone, and the slander censure rash. Nothing is going to
harm us when we are dead. You will be quietly consumed and renowned by the
grave. I think the author wrote this poem about death because someone that he
loved and was close to passed away, or maybe he was just thinking about death
and what happens after that.
The author is the speaker of this poem and he is generally talking
to everyone. The poem is free of cliches, and the tone of the poem is serious,
fearless, and careless. The tone doesn’t change throughout the poem
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