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. Not a flower, not a flower... A Book of Elizabethan Lyrics - Стр. 1221895 - Страниц: 327Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| William Shakespeare - 1811 - Страниц: 460
...tweet, On my black coffin let there be strowi ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, whercmy bones shall be thrown; A thousand thousand sighs to save, • Lay me, O, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy paius. Clo. No paius, sir; I take pleasure... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1811 - Страниц: 454
...maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. "Not a flower, not a flower sweet. On my black coffin let there bestrewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet Tkly poor corpse, vhcremy bones shall be throtrn ; d. thousand... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1810 - Страниц: 434
...ixith yfa, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not ajlawer sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not...friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrcrtxn : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover ne'er fnd my grave, To... | |
| Charles Lamb - 1813 - Страниц: 318
...maid. My shroud of white stuck all with'yew, O prepare it, My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black...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 - Страниц: 470
...Did share it. IVot a flower, not ajiower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a Jriend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown; A thousand thousand signs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad truc lover ne'er jind my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1814 - Страниц: 532
...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 greet My poor corpse, where mi1 bones shall be throw, A thousand thousand... | |
| Elegant extracts - 1816 - Страниц: 490
...maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black...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 - Страниц: 308
...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 Shakespeare - 1817 - Страниц: 360
...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 greet My poor corpse, where...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover ne'er ßnd my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1817 - Страниц: 392
...maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, 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... | |
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