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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Shakespeare. 15641616
134. Dirge
COME away, come away, death, | |
And in sad cypres 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, | 5 |
O prepare it! | |
My part of death, no one so true | |
Did share it. | |
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Not a flower, not a flower sweet, | |
On my black coffin let there be strown; | 10 |
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 | |
Sad true lover never find my grave | 15 |
To weep there! | |