 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 Plays of William Shakspeare: Sketch of the life of Shakspeare. Tempest ... - Strona 277autor: William Shakespeare - 1811Pełny widok - Informacje o książce
 | English poets - 1801 - Liczba stron: 382
...hangs on the bough. SONG. 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....yew, O prepare it; My part of death no one so true Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - Liczba stron: 518
...CLO. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; 1 am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white,...flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - Liczba stron: 410
...laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; 7 am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all ivith yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true...flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - Liczba stron: 344
...pr'ythee, sing. [Music. SONG. Clo. Come amay, come away, death, And in sad cyprus let me be laid ; O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did...flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A t/iousand... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1807 - Liczba stron: 296
...away, breath, ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrowd of white stuck all with yew, O prepare-if, My part of death no one so true did share it. : Not...not a flower sweet, .; On my black coffin let there be strown:: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown, A thousand... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - Liczba stron: 578
...breath; lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrowd of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ; Jify part of death no 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 mi/ bones shall be thrown . A thousand... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1809 - Liczba stron: 282
...sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My »hroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it, My part...flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown : Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb - 1810 - Liczba stron: 302
...in the old times." SONG. Come away, «ome away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid , Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid....flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown : Not a friend, not a fviend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - Liczba stron: 728
...bough. SONG. IN TWELFTH NIGHT. COME away, come away, death, And m sad cypress let me be laid) Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid....My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a Bower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - Liczba stron: 520
...of simplicity. SONG. CLO. 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....flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand... | |
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