 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 318 pàgines
...Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with'yew, O prepare it, My part of death no one so true did...there be strown: Not a friend, not a friend greet Mypoor copse, where mybones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 470 pàgines
...away,Jty away, breath; I am slain by a fair crucl maid. My shrond of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. IVot a flower, not ajiower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a Jriend, not a friend... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 532 pàgines
...away,Jty away, breath; I am slain by a fair eruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yen-, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. A'ot a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; A'ot a friend, not a friend... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 pàgines
...death, And in sad cypress let me be laid : Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O, prepare...there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet [thrown : My poor corpse, where my bones shall be A thousand, thousand sighs to save. Lay me, O where... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1816 - 308 pàgines
...it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On iriy black coffin let there be strown-r Not a friend, rot a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand >i,jlis to save, lay me O where Sad' true lover never find my grave, to.wecp there; . Viola did not... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 pàgines
...death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1817 - 360 pàgines
...Autolyen», in !T»t /Ttafcr'i Тли : " Lawn as white as <1riven enow, 11 Cyprus Meet an e'er was crt>w." My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Ло< о ßower, not a floner sweet, On my black coffin let there be itrown ; Not a friend, not a friend... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 342 pàgines
...death, And in sad cypress let me be laid : Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my houes shall be throw*. A thousand... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 328 pàgines
...death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; 1 am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare...death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a Bower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 560 pàgines
...death, And in tad cypress let me he laid; Fly away,Jly away, breath ; I am ¡lain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with, yew, O, prepare...where my bones shall be thrown , A thousand thousand sigla to save, Lay me, O, where Had true loner ne'er find my grave, To weep then: Duke. There's for... | |
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Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it. My part of death, no one so true Did share it. 
