 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 790 pàgines
...slaintty ttjiiir cruel maid. My ihroud of while, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it ; My part of dent h tudying at Klieims ; us cunning in Greek, Latin, and...in music and mathematics: his name in Cambio; pray, (thrown; Л/у poor corpse, where mu bones s/tali be A thousand thousand siijhs to save, Lay me, O,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 pàgines
...me to trut Did share it. Not a faicer, not a flower street, On my black coffin let there be strvwn ; 1 shalt be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never Jind my... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1838 - 562 pàgines
...flower sweet, On my black coflln lei there be strnvrn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor co^e. where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand, thousand sighs to save, Ldy me, 0, where Sad 1 1 in lover never Uud my grave, To weep there." On comparing this love elegy,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 608 pàgines
...away, fly away, breath; I 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. Not a flower, not aflmver sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1840 - 304 pàgines
...Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid My shroud of white stuck all with yew, О prepare It, My part of death no one so true did share...not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be etrown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 362 pàgines
...am slain by a fair cruel maid. 1 Cheerful. * Lace-makers. 3 It is plain, simple truth. 4 Ages past. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it : My part of death no one so true Did share it.1 Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a... | |
 | John Brand - 1841 - 356 pàgines
...let me he laid ; NOTES TO FOLLOWING THE CORPSE TO THE GRAVE. My shroud of white, stuck all with gew, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweel, On my hlack coffin let there he strown ;" &c. &c. And here the reader must he again reminded... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 558 pàgines
...death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath9; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O ! prepare...where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sigJis to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 560 pàgines
...away, fly away, breath9; I 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...not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones sliatt be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0 ! where Sad true lover never find my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 394 pàgines
...death, And in sad cypress* let me be laid; Ply away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; J\.ot a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand 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. 
