 | James Martin (of the Wedgwood inst, Burslem) - 1880 - 232 str.
...I know not. 0 would my blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tattered robes ! Tell Isabel, the queen, I looked not thus, When for...France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont. Light. O speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself a while.... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1880 - 842 str.
...blood drop out from every veiu, * As doth this water from my tattered robes I Tell Isabel, the qneen, I looked not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt...France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont. LIGHT. O speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself a while.... | |
 | Laura Valentine - 1880 - 634 str.
...blood drop out from every vein, As doth this water from my tattered robes. Tell Isabel the queen, l looked not thus When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont. Light. Oh, speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile.... | |
 | Blackie and son, ltd - 1880 - 406 str.
...dropt out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatter'd robes. Tell Isabel, the queen, I lookt not thus When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont. Light. O speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed and rest yourself a while. Edw.... | |
 | Horace Hills Morgan - 1880 - 476 str.
...limbs or no, I know not. 135 As doth this water from my tatter'd robes! Tell Isabel the queen, I lopk'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, ;uo And there unhorsed the duke of Clcremont. Light. O, speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart.... | |
 | Passages, John Allen Giles - 1881 - 744 str.
...I know not. Oh would my blood drop out from every vein, As does this water from my tatter'd robes ! Tell Isabel the queen, I looked not thus, When for...France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont. [heart. LIGHT. O speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my Lie on this bed and rest yourself awhile.... | |
 | Alfred Hix Welsh - 1882 - 558 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 Dnke of Cleremont. • What are we but sports of every pressure of the air ? What is life... | |
 | Brainerd Kellogg - 1882 - 460 str.
...dropp'd 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 Dnke of Cleremont. Light. Oh, speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart. Lie on this... | |
 | Brainerd Kellogg - 1882 - 492 str.
...dropp'd 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 Ihere unhors'd the Duke of Cleremont. Light. Oh, speak no more, my lord! this breaks my heart. Lie... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - 1883 - 386 str.
...dropp'd out from every vein, As doth this water from my tatterM robes ! Tell Isabel the queen, I look'd not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the duke of Cleremont. Light. O, speak no more, my lord ! this breaks my heart. Lie on this bed, and rest yourself awhile.... | |
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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. 
