Comparison Of Dream And When I Am Dead My Dearest

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Carter Miller
Mrs. Rostkowski
ENG 3U1
8 May 2014

An Analysis of "Dream" and "When I'm dead my dearest"
The two poems "Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe and "When I am dead my dearest" by Christina Rossetti are two contradictory poems because of their differences. "Dream" by Edgar Allan Poe is about wanting to be dreaming because he would rather be in a lucid state of dreaming than be living life. "When I am dead my dearest" by Christina Rossetti is about not wanting to be remembered once she has died; yet these two poems are very similar because of the experiences of the poets that wrote them. Both poets went through many hardships and that is what has sculpted their poems. "When I am dead my dearest expresses the theme of death better because of Christina Rossetti 's use of diction; it is a reflection of her life because she was ill for a long time and went through a lot of pain and loneliness.
In Rossetti's poem, “When I am dead my dearest”, she uses much higher diction than Poe, which expresses her poem in much greater detail. Rossetti shows her elevated diction with her use of symbolism in the poem. When Rossetti says, “plant thou no roses at my head nor shady cypress tree”(3-4), it shows her elevated diction because it symbolizes death since once it is cut it does not grow back again. Another place in the poem that shows her elevated diction is when she says, “I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale”(11-12). In literature nightingale represents a mixture of melancholy and death, one of which is a very large theme of this poem. Rossetti is also able to keep a consistent rhyming scheme throughout the poem with her choice of words. Evidently Rossetti’s use of symbolism makes her poems diction ...

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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:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
Dream
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed—
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream—that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar—
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star

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