 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.  The English Poets: Chaucer to Donne - Pągina 459editat per - 1880Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 pągines
...love, Like die old age. Clo. Are you ready, sir ? 340 Duke. Ay, pr'ythee, sing. (% . [Mustek. SONG. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, Jly away, breath ; . 1 am slain by a fair cruel maid. .-••• .My throud of while, stuck all with... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 pągines
...sun-set merrily ; Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. SONG. COME away, come away death, And in sad cypress let...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 - 1803 - 494 pągines
...Like the old age.1 Clo. Are you ready, sir ? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Mustek. SONG. Clo. Come <may, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid...away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maidj My shroud of white, stuck all with yea, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 468 pągines
...Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. SONG. [In "Twelfth Night."] COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; , Fly away, fly away, breath, My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 pągines
...silly sooth,] It is plain, simple truth. 8 And dallies wit h the — ] Plays or trifles. >. SONG. 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, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ; My part... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 pągines
...of love, Like the old age. 9 Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Mustek. Clo. Are you ready, sir? SONG. CLO. Come away, come away, death. And in sad cypress let me be 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 522 pągines
...The old age is the ages past, the times of simplicity. Johnson. My shroud of white, stuck ail viith yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it.i Not aflower, not afiofjer sweet, On my Alack coffin let there he strown ; JVht a friend, not a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 426 pągines
...innocence of love, Like the old age. Cio. Are you ready, sir? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Mustek. SONG. C/o. Come away, come away, death, And. in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly aieay,fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 578 pągines
...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 - 282 pągines
...this song. It is silly, yet I love it, for it tells of the innocence of love in the old times."' SONG. Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let...away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My »hroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it, My part of death no one so true did share it. Not... | |
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