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 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.... The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere - Сторінка 285автори: William Shakespeare - 1851Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
| William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 578 стор.
...breath; lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrowd of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ; Jify part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower,...a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where mi/ bones shall be thrown . A thousand thousand nigla to save, Lay me, Of where Sad true love never... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 стор.
...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...thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O! where Sad true-love never find my grave, To weep there." Who after this will say that Shakespear's... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1818 - 342 стор.
...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...friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my houes shall be throw*. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true love never find... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1818 - 328 стор.
...all with yew, O prepare it , My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a Bower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not...thrown A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true love never finil my grave, Too weep there." Who after this will any that Shakspeare's... | |
| 1821 - 746 стор.
...yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, rot a flower iweet, He glued his mouth O, where, Sal true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. Don John, ur the Two yiolettas. Since... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1826 - 548 стор.
...death, And in sad cypress8 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, 0, prepare...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1827 - 658 стор.
...death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly aw ay, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; * Lace-makers. t Simple truth. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones... | |
| William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 420 стор.
...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, where...Sad true lover never find my grave. To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. c free — ] Merry, gay. * My MOl/i.] Plain truth— daffies uith, trifles... | |
| William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 560 стор.
...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, 0 ! prepare...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones sliatt be thrown: A thousand... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1844 - 610 стор.
...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, 0, prepare...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand... | |
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