 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 British Controversialist and Literary Magazine - Page 2351870Full view - About this book
 | Mary Arnald Houghton - 1822
...hasty repast they entered the travelling chaise that was to convey them from d'Albano. CHAPTER IV. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend shall greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. ' «•NOTHING... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823
...Tale : " Lawn as white as driven snow, " Cyprus black as e'er was crow." My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a Jlo.aoer, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be stro&n ; Not a friend, not a friend greet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823
...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 ajlower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823
...away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all icith yeir, lain, thou stolest a cup of sack eighteen years ago, and wert taken w ?>Tot a flower, not a flower sweet, On my blatk coffin let there be strown ; A of a friend, not a friend... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - Fore-edge painting - 1824 - 385 pages
...ye 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...there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet [thrown; My poor corpse where my bones shall be A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 830 pages
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 | William Shakespeare - 1824
...with yeto, О, -prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did sitare it. Not a flower, not a ßower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, и here my bones shall be A thousand thousand sighs to save, [thrown: Lay me, O, where Sad true lover... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824
...atom/, jltj away, breath ; lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of while, stuck all with ytv, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. jVbt aAower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be itroim ; jVof a friend, not a friend... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 830 pages
...breath! lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck allwithyar, O, prepare it ! My part oj death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not ajlower tweet, On my black coffin let there be stroien ! JSotafriend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,where... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825
...me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; 7 am slum by a fair cruel maid. My ihroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one to true Did thare it. Jfot a flower, not a flatter nceet, On my black coffin let there be strown ;... | |
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