 | Charles Lamb - 1808 - 512 str.
...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 in France, And there unhors'd the duke of Cleremont. Light. O speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart. Lie on this... | |
 | 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.
...from my tatter'd robes ! Tell 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....more, my lord ! this breaks my heart ; Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile. EDWARD. — These looks of thine can harbour nought but death : 1 see... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 618 str.
...no, I know not. O, would ray blood drop out from erery vein, As doth this water from my s° tottered robes ! Tell 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 ! this breaks my heart.... | |
 | 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 bed, and rest yourself... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 620 str.
...water from my 50 tottered robes ! Tel! Isabel, the queen, I looked not 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 on this bed, and rest yourself awhile. Edw. These... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 508 str.
...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 in France, And there unhors'd the duke of Cleremont. . * Light. O speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart. Lie on this... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 502 str.
...thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in 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 looks of thine can harbour nought but death : 1 see my tragedy... | |
 | 1818 - 764 str.
...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 in France, And there unhors'd the Duke of Cleremont. Light. 0 speak no more, my Lord! this breaks my heart ! Lie on this... | |
 | 1818 - 782 str.
...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 in France, And there unhors'd the Duke of Cleremont. Light. 0 speak no more, my Lord ! this breaks my heart ! Lie on this... | |
 | 1821 - 408 str.
...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 in France, And there unhors'd the duke of Cleremont. Light. O speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart. Lie on this... | |
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Tell Isabel, the queen, I looked not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont. 
