 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 Golden Pomp: A Procession of English Lyrics from Surrey to Shirley - Sayfa 172editör: - 1895 - 382 sayfaTam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 572 sayfa
...not a Friend greet My poor Corps, where my Bones Jhall be thrown. A thoufand thtufand Sighs to fave, lay me O where Sad true Lover never find my Grave, to weep there. Duke. There's for thy Pains. Clo. No Pains, Sir, I take pleafure in finging, Sir. Duke. I'll pay thy... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 sayfa
...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, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin...strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, \\ here my bones shall be thrown, A thousand thousand sighs to save; Lay me, O ! where True... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 468 sayfa
...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 sweet On my black coffin...strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 sayfa
...yea, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower swetf, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, • ' Lay me, 0, where... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 sayfa
...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 sweet, On my black coffin...strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 sayfa
...shroud of white, stuck all ivith 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...strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 426 sayfa
...all with yew, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not aflower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me, 0, where Sad true... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1807 - 296 sayfa
...My shrowd of white stuck all with yew, O prepare-if, My part of death no one so true did share it. : Not a flower, not a flower sweet, .; On my black coffin...strown:: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown, A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 344 sayfa
...death, And in sad cyprus let me be laid ; 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...strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A t/iousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, K-here Sad... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 578 sayfa
...shrowd of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ; Jify part of death no 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 mi/ bones shall be thrown . A thousand... | |
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