 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1847 - 474 страници
...yew, 0, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower siveet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend,...not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shatt be throiim . 0 free — ] Is, perhaps, artless, free from art. ? silly sooth,} It is plain, simple... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 498 страници
...so true Did share it. Jfot a flower, not a flower meet, On my black coffin let there be ttnwn; Jfol a friend] not a friend greet My poor corpse, where...bones shall be thrown ; A thousand thousand sighs to ime, Lay me, 0, where Sad true later ne'er find my grate, To veep Mere. Duke. There's for thy pains.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 614 страници
...with yew, 0, 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...thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true-love never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir ; I take... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 656 страници
...so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower suieet, On my black^ coffin let there be stroicn ; 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. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 772 страници
...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...thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true-love never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 500 страници
...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...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 620 страници
...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...sighs to save, • Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. DCKE. There 's for thy pains. CLO. No pains, sir; I take pleasure... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 540 страници
...Countenance. i Lace-makers. Not a flower, not aflower sweet, On my black coffin let there be stroirn; 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. Duke. I'll... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 616 страници
...with yew, 0, prepare it ; My part of death no one BO true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. DOKE. There 's for thy pains. Cix>. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1852 - 458 страници
...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...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. THE TEMPEST. FERDINAND AND MIRANDA CONFESS... | |
| |
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... 
