 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 Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the ... - Strana 39autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1805Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Shakespeare - 1817 - 360 str.
...so true Did share it. Ло< о ßower, not a floner sweet, On my black coffin let there be itrown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover ne'er ßnd my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 358 str.
...; Fly away, Jly 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...sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover neer flnd my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure in... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 342 str.
...: 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...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my houes shall be throw*. A thousand... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 560 str.
...laid; Fly away,Jly away, breath ; I am ¡lain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with, yew, O, prepare it : My part of death no one so true...where my bones shall be thrown , A thousand thousand sigla to save, Lay me, O, where Had true loner ne'er find my grave, To weep then: Duke. There's for... | |
 | Scottish border - 1821 - 718 str.
...away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrond of white, stuck all with you., O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did...shall be thrown ; A thousand, thousand sighs to save, the earlier popular poetry, I cannot help thinking that a great difference will be observed in the... | |
 | 1821 - 746 str.
...one so true Did share it. Not a flower, rot a flower iweet, 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, O, where, Sal true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. Don John, ur the Two yiolettas. Since... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 474 str.
...white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it,• My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not ajlower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be...greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : 6 free — ] Is, perhaps, artless, free from art. ' -•— siily sooth,] It is plain, simple truth.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 380 str.
...so true Did share it. Not a Jlo.aoer, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be stro&n ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 str.
...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...there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet [thrown; My poor corpse where my bones shall be A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 str.
...lam slain by a fair cruel maid. JHy shroud oj white, stuck all withy ete, O, prepare it ! JUypart oj ince it was nine ; And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven ,• And so, from hour to hour, we ripe stroum ! £iot ajriend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,where my bones shallbe thrown ! A thousand... | |
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