 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 Works of William Shakespeare: The taming of the shrew. All's well that ... - Pàgina 305per William Shakespeare - 1891Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 1056 pàgines
...slain by a fair cruel inaid. l Simple truth. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it : My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not...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 - 1864 - 750 pàgines
...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...there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - 692 pàgines
...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...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, O, where... | |
 | Sidney Beisly - 1864 - 200 pàgines
...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...not a flower sweet, 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 436 pàgines
...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...there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand signs to save, Lay me, O, where... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 pàgines
...fair, but fairer we it deem, For that sweet odour which doth in it live. SONG. IN 'TWELFTH NIGHT.' My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not...not a flower sweet, 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 304 pàgines
...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...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, O, where... | |
 | 1866 - 1004 pàgines
...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...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, O, where... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1866 - 418 pàgines
...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...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 O where Sad... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 552 pàgines
...away,W breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not...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... | |
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