 | Scottish border - 1821 - 718 pàgines
...away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrond of white, stuck all with you., O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did...shall be thrown ; A thousand, thousand sighs to save, the earlier popular poetry, I cannot help thinking that a great difference will be observed in the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 528 pàgines
...motion ?" STEEVENS. * — the OLD AGE.] The old age is the ages past, the times of simplicity. JOHNSON. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it 7. s And in sad CYPRESS let me be laid;] In the books of our author's age the thin transparent lawn... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 476 pàgines
...Fly auuy,jiy an-ay, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yeict O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a Jfon'er sweett On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 528 pàgines
...age is the ages past, the times ol simplicity. JOHNSON. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it 7. s Andin sad CYPRESS let me be laid;] In the books of our author's age the thin transparent lawn... | |
 | Mary Arnald Houghton - 1822 - 290 pàgines
...hasty repast they entered the travelling chaise that was to convey them from d'Albano. CHAPTER IV. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend shall greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. ' «•NOTHING... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 380 pàgines
...Autolycus, in Tin IFinter'rs Tale : " Lawn as white as driven snow, " Cyprus black as e'er was crow." My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a Jlo.aoer, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be stro&n ; Not a friend, not a friend greet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 474 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...My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not ajlower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 984 pàgines
...away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all icith yeir, lain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years ago, and wert taken w ?>Tot a flower, not a flower sweet, On my blatk coffin let there be strown ; A of a friend, not a friend... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 pàgines
...death, And in sad cypress let ye 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 pàgines
...lam slain by a fair cruel maid. JHy shroud oj white, stuck all withy ete, O, prepare it ! JUypart oj ince it was nine ; And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven ,• And so, from hour to hour, we ripe stroum ! £iot ajriend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,where my bones shallbe thrown ! A thousand... | |
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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. 
