 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...  Lyrics from the Dramatists of the Elizabethan Age - Стр. 42редактор(ы): - 1889 - Страниц: 243Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Linwood - 1846 - Страниц: 372
...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...Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Shakspeare. XXIV. Detraction. LIE on - — while my revenge shall be To speak the very truth of thee.... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - Страниц: 342
...shroud of white, stuck all with yew, Ü, prepare it ; My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin...Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. XXIV. Betractton. Otiakdpearc. LIE on — while my revenge shall be To speak the very truth of thee.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1846 - Страниц: 574
...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...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. , Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - Страниц: 726
...with yew, O ! prepare it: My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not. a flower, not afloieer it like you : There doth my father lie, and there...pass the business privately and well. Send for your d thrwcti: A thousand Uiousand sighs to save, Lay me, O! where Sad true lover never find my grave. To... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1847 - Страниц: 474
...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 my bones shatt be throiim . 0 free — ] Is, perhaps, artless, free from art. ? silly sooth,} It is plain, simple... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - Страниц: 578
...true Did share it. Not a flower t not aßower sweety On my black coffin let there be strown t Aiot a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones sfiaU be thrown • A thousand thousand sighs to «at«, .Lay me, O, where Sad íruc-íot« never Jind... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - Страниц: 498
...so true Did share it. Jfot a flower, not a flower meet, On my black coffin let there be ttnwn; Jfol a friend] not a friend greet My poor corpse, where...bones shall be thrown ; A thousand thousand sighs to ime, Lay me, 0, where Sad true later ne'er find my grate, To veep Mere. Duke. There's for thy pains.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1849 - Страниц: 952
...one to true Did ¿hare it. Not a flower, not aßower sweet, On my black enffm Ut there be »Irown,Not — But I will fit it with some better time. By heaven, Hubert, I am almost Л thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true ¿over ne'er find my grave, To weep there.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1992 - Страниц: 132
...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...there be strown: Not a friend, not a friend greet 60 My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me O where... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1993 - Страниц: 220
...flower, not a flower sweet On my bkck coffin let there be strewn. Not a friend, not a friend greet 00 My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A...Sad true lover never find my grave To weep there. ORSINO There's for thy pains. He gives Feste money FESTE No pains, sir. I take pleasure in singing,... | |
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