 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 578
...My away , fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white j stuck all wit О, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower t not aßower sweety On my black coffin let there be strown t Aiot a friend, not a friend greet My... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 760
...Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all irith yev, hy. Well, thou shalt see ; thy eyes shall be thy judge, The differen floicer, not a flmctr street, On my black coffin let there be stroirn ; Not a friend, not a friend... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 618
...away, fly away, 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...where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand siglis to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true-love never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 498
...away, fly away, breath; 1 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. Jfot a flower, not a flower meet, On my black coffin let there be ttnwn; Jfol a friend] not a friend... | |
 | Brand - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 544
...away, fly away, breath : I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrmtd of white, stuck all 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 hlack coffin let there be strown;" &c. &c. And here the reader must be again reminded that in whatever... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1849 - عدد الصفحات: 952
...one to true Did ¿hare it. Not a flower, not aßower sweet, On my black enffm Ut there be »Irown,Not — But I will fit it with some better time. By heaven, Hubert, I am almost Л thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true ¿over ne'er find my grave, To weep there.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 656
...death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly arcay,jty away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...one 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,... | |
 | George Moore - 1973 - عدد الصفحات: 194
...away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, Stuck all with yew, O, prepare it I 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 - 1992 - عدد الصفحات: 132
...And in sad cypress let me be laid.69 Fly away, fly away, breath,70 I am slain by a fair cruel maid: My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...there be strown: Not a friend, not a friend greet 60 My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me O where... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - عدد الصفحات: 1172
...death. And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. "F 1992 Columbia University Press"# Hazen Edith P." Edith P. Hazen( (II, iv) CTC; E1L; ELP; FiP; GBL; GTBS; GTBS-P; NOBE; NoP; OBEY; OBSC; PoEL-2; PoRA; TrGrPo 177 When... | |
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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. 
