 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...  The Family Shakspeare ... in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text ... - Strana 263autor/autoři: William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1825Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 str.
...away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. i. 89. ARIEL'S SONG. Where the bee sucks,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 1056 str.
...breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel inaid. l Simple truth. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it : My part of death, no one so true Did...thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There 's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 600 str.
...stuck alt with yew, Oh ! prepare it ; My port of death no one so true "Did share it. Not afloti-er, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be...thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, oh ! where Sad true-lover never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No... | |
 | Sidney Beisly - 1864 - 200 str.
...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,...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Cypress (Cupressus sempervirens) — evergreen cypress. According... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 752 str.
...so true Did share it.7* Nut a flower, not л flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be btrown ; see it. Her husband goes Ѻ Ľ 肀 G k + ޤ х ǁ oh, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke. There's for thy pains. C/o. No... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 752 str.
...black coflin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my Ixmes Diike. There 's for thy pains. (,7o. No pains, Sir; I take pleasure In singing, Sir. Duke. I '11 pay... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 1100 str.
...flower sweet, 60 On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My p«or corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O. where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there! c- There's for thy pains. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 str.
...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...thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there! SONG. IN ' CYMBELINE.' Fear no more the... | |
 | Ezra Pound, Marcella Spann - 1964 - 388 str.
...away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare itl My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep therel Act II, Scene 4 from CYMBELINE SONG GUIDERIUS: Fear no more the... | |
 | George Moore - 1973 - 194 str.
...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...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there! William Shakefpearf WHEN THAT I WAS AND A LITTLE TINY BOY WHEN... | |
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