 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 572 pàgines
...not a Friend greet My poor Corps, where my Bones Jhall be thrown. A thoufand thtufand Sighs to fave, lay me O where Sad true Lover never find my Grave, to weep there. Duke. There's for thy Pains. Clo. No Pains, Sir, I take pleafure in finging, Sir. Duke. I'll pay thy... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1807 - 296 pàgines
...not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown, A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave,...simplicity described the pangs of unrequited love, and sUe bore testiWS mony In her countenance of feeling what the song expressed. Her sad looks were observed... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 318 pàgines
...not a friend greet Mypoor copse, where mybones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave,...simplicity described the pangs of unrequited love, M 2 and she bore testimony in her countenance of feeling what the song expressed. Her sad looks were... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb - 1831 - 398 pàgines
...a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown . A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there. ! J Yiola did not fail to mark the words of the old song, which in such true simplicity described the... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1833 - 1104 pàgines
...poor п>фие. where my liones shall be thrown '• A thousand, ttiuunond sighs to nave, Lay rue. O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there." On comparing this love elegy, or whatever it may be entitled, with the ordinary, and especially the... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1840 - 304 pàgines
...greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me О where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep...described the pangs of unrequited love, and she bore testimony in her countenance of feeling what the song expressed. Her sad looks wen observed by Orsino,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 400 pàgines
...a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There 's for thy pains. Clown. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure in singing, sir. Duke. I 'll pay... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 342 pàgines
...a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Shakapeare. XXIV. Betraction. LIE on — while my revenge shall be To speak the very truth of thee.... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 pàgines
...a friend, greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save. Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. PORTIA. Dassanio. What find I here? Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demngod Hath come so near creation... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 372 pàgines
...a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Shakspeare. XXIV. Detraction. LIE on - — while my revenge shall be To speak the very truth of thee.... | |
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... maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it, My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown : Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall... 
