 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 400 pàgines
...maid. 1 Cheerful. a Lace-makers. ' It is plain, simple truth. * Ages past. My shroud of wh1te, sn1ck 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... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1842 - 746 pàgines
...sad ryiws let lie tie luid i Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain hy a fuir cruel muid. My shrnud of white, stuck all with yew O. prepare it ; My part of deulli no one so true Did ihure it. " Not a flower, not a flower tweet, On my black coffin let them... | |
 | Barbara Hofland - 1843 - 974 pàgines
...love any but that dame who, in all likelihood, had just bidden him an eternal farewell. CHAPTER VH. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death no one so true Did share it. Twelfth Night. ABOUT ten days after the date of the preceding chapter of this history, as the brig... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 508 pàgines
...away, Jly 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. Piotafloiver, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be slrown; Not a friend , not a friend... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 1008 pàgines
...away, breath; I im slain by a fair cntel maid. My s/iroiid of white, stuck all with yew, 0, jtreparc aßower, not aßouvr suxel, On my black coffin 1st títere be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 610 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...where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sigl1s to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true-love never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for... | |
 | Miles Gerald Keon - 530 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...Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet On iny black coffin let there be strewn." — Twelfth Night. Scott has made a happy allusion to the same... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1845 - 490 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...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 - 1847 - 726 pàgines
...cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath ; lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of while, stuck all with yew, O ! prepare it: My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not. a flower, not afloieer sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1847 - 474 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 a flower siveet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where... | |
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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. 
