...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 me be laid ; . ' Fly away, fly away, Breath, 1 am sLiin by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of while stuck all with yew, O prepare it,. Xly part of...

...use to chauut it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. SONG. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...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...

...Autolyen», in !T»t /Ttafcr'i Тли : " Lawn as white as <1riven enow, 11 Cyprus Meet an e'er was crt>w." My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Ло< о ßower, not a floner sweet, On my black coffin let there be itrown ; Not a friend, not a friend...

...use to chant it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. SONG. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my houes shall be throw*. A thousand...

...to chant it : it is silly sooth, And dalliei with the innocence of love, .'•ike the old age. SONG. 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 of...

...of love, Like the old age. Clo. Are you ready, sir ? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Musiek. f SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, Jly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...

...innocence of love, J <ikc the old age. Clo-cn. Are you ready, sir ? Duke. Ay ; pr'ythec, sing. SONG. C&nrn. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, rot a flower iweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor...

...MONTHLY MAGAZINE. MR. WITHERING'S CONSUMPTION AND ITS CURE: A DOMESTIC EXTRAVAGANZA. BY THE EDITOR. Come away, come away, death And in sad cypress let...am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, all stack with yew, Oh, prepare it ! TWELFTH NIGHT. CHAP. I. " AND who was Mr. Withering ?" Mr. Withering,...

...On comparing this love elegy, or whatever it may be entitled, with the ordinary, and especially * " Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrond of white, stuck all with you., O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it....

...motion ?" STEEVENS. * — the OLD AGE.] The old age is the ages past, the times of simplicity. JOHNSON. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it 7. s And in sad CYPRESS let me be laid;] In the books of our author's age the thin transparent lawn...