 | George Ellis - 1811 - 482 str.
...all with yew, O prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not...a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where mybones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to Save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover ne'er... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 434 str.
...ixith yfa, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not ajlawer sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not...friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrcrtxn : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover ne'er fnd my grave, To... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 532 str.
...there be strown; A'ot a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where mi1 bones shall be throw, A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where...grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir. Duke. I'll pav- thy pleasure then. Clo. Truly,... | |
 | 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 Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 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, O! where Sad true-love never find my grave, To weep there." Who after this will say that Shakespear's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 358 str.
...with yew, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not...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 Shakespeare - 1819 - 560 str.
...with, yew, O, prepare it : My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not...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.
...with you., O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. " Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not...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 - 1821 - 476 str.
...one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a Jfon'er sweett On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighy to saee, Lay me, O, where Sad true loeer ne'er jind my graee, To weep there. Duke. There's for... | |
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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... 
