 | 1744 - 378 str.
...When for her fake I ran at ttlt in France, And there unhors'd the duke of Cleremont. Light. O fpeak no more, my lord ! this breaks .my heart; Lie on this bed, and reft yourfelf a while. Edw. Thefe looks of thine can harbour nought but death':' • I fee my tragedy... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1808 - 512 str.
...blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter 'd robes. Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt...These looks of thine can harbour nought but death : 1 see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile, forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1832 - 644 str.
...Isabel, the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilfr in France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont. LIGHT. — O speak no more,...heart ; Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile. EDWARD. — These looks of thine can harbour nought but death : 1 see my tragedy written in thy brows.... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 620 str.
...thus, \Vhen for her sake I run at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont. Light. О speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie...awhile. Edw. These looks of thine can harbour nought hut death : I see my tragtdy written in thy Ьго»ь_ . Yet stay a while, forbear thy bloody hand,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 618 str.
...Isabel, the queen, I looked not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in Franco, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont Light. O speak no more, my lord...heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile. Eda. These looks of thine can harbour nought but death : I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 618 str.
...from every vein. As doth this water from my s° tottered robes ! Tel! Isabel, the queen, I looked nor thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt In France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Clereinont Light. O speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 508 str.
...blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter 'd robes. Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt...These looks of thine can harbour nought but death : 1 see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile, forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 502 str.
...my blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes. Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt...France, And there unhors'd the duke of Cleremont. Light. 0 speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart. lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile. Edw. These... | |
 | 1818 - 764 str.
...blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tattcr'd robes ! Tell Isabel, the Queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt...France, And there unhors'd the Duke of Cleremont. Light. 0 speak no more, my Lord! this breaks my heart ! Lie on this bed and rest yourself awhile. /.Vi . These... | |
 | 1818 - 782 str.
...blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes ! Tell Isabel, the Ciueen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt...France, And there unhors'd the Duke of Cleremont. Light. 0 speak no more, my Lord ! this breaks my heart ! Lie on this bed and rest yourself awhile. . Edw.... | |
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Tell Isabel, the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhors'd the Duke of Cleremont. 
