The Queen, my lord, is dead
The Queen, my lord, is dead.
She should have died hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrowDiacope
Creeps in this petty pace from day to dayPersonification & Alliteration
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.Personification & Alliteration Out, out, brief candle!Epizeuxis & Metaphor
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,