 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1827 - 362 pàgines
...fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one ao true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coiKn let there be strown; * Lace-makers. t Simple truth. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 pàgines
...away, fly away, breath; 1 am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. »Vot a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Jfol a friend, not a friend... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 828 pàgines
...laughed had I сошс home, That wcepcst tn sec me triumph. Maktpeare't Cfriotana. nerjr. <*ffi~t Not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown. Id. Twelfth Night. bet me lie In prison, and here be coffined when I die. Donne. He went as if he had... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 420 pàgines
...death, And in sad cypress' let me be laid ; Fly away,Jly away, breath; I 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 afiower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,... | |
 | David Booth - 1831 - 366 pàgines
...away, fie away breath, I am slaine by a faire cruell maide : My shrowd of white, stuck all with Bw, O prepare it. My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweete On my blacke coffin, let there be strewne : Not a friend, not a friend greet My poore corpes,... | |
 | John Timbs - 1832 - 362 pàgines
...; Fly away, rty away, breath j I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all witb yew, O prepare it ; My part of death, no one so true...it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coflin let there be strown. Here Mr. Ellis reminds the reader, that in whatever country Shakspeare... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1833 - 1104 pàgines
...uni Hlain liy a (air cruel HiHid. My shroud ofwhile, stuck all with yew O. prepare it ; My port nf death no one so true Did share it. " Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there bo strown ; Not ft friend, not a frirnd prppt ' My poor п>фие. where my liones shall be thrown... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1833 - 1140 pàgines
...cyprett * ') let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My ihroitd men's eyes, They surfeited with honey; and begun To loathe the taste to true. Did ihare it. Not a flower, not a flower tweet, On my black coffin let there be ttrowii; Not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1837 - 516 pàgines
...be laid ; Fly away, ßy away, breath; I am slain by а 1мг cruel maid. M« shroud of white, ttitck all with yew, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Jfot aflowtr, not a flatter ¡noeet, Опту black coffin let there be strown ; ffot a friend, not... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1838 - 360 pàgines
...death, And in sad cyprus 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coifin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall... | |
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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. 
