 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.  Anthologia oxoniensis - Página 42editado por - 1846 - 306 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 400 páginas
...ready, sir ? Duke. Ay ; pr'ythee, sing. [music. Clown. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress s let me be laid. Fly away, fly away, breath : I am slain by a fair cruel maid. 1 Cheerful. a Lace-makers. ' It is plain, simple truth. * Ages past. My shroud of wh1te, sn1ck all... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 560 páginas
...Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath9; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 ! prepare it : My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 394 páginas
...innocence of love, Like the old age1. Clo. Are you ready, sir? Vuke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Music. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress* let me be laid; Ply away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1842 - 746 páginas
...sad ryiws let lie tie luid i Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain hy a fuir cruel muid. My shrnud of white, stuck all with yew O. prepare it ; My part of deulli no one so true Did ihure it. " Not a flower, not a flower tweet, On my black coffin let them... | |
 | Barbara Hofland - 1843 - 974 páginas
...love any but that dame who, in all likelihood, had just bidden him an eternal farewell. CHAPTER VH. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death no one so true Did share it. Twelfth Night. ABOUT ten days after the date of the preceding chapter of this history, as the brig... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 508 páginas
...love, Like the old age. Clo. Are you ready, Sir? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Music. \ THE 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 , 0! prepare... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 1008 páginas
...away, breath; I im slain by a fair cntel maid. My s/iroiid of white, stuck all with yew, 0, jtreparc aßower, not aßouvr suxel, On my black coffin 1st títere be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet... | |
 | Miles Gerald Keon - 530 páginas
...refers to a somewhat similar usage in his times, when he makes the slighted youth thus bemoan : — " Come away, come away death, And in sad cypress let...Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet On iny black coffin let there be strewn." — Twelfth Night. Scott has made a happy allusion to the same... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1845 - 670 páginas
...with the innocence of love, Like the old age. SONG. Come away, come away, death, And in sad Cyprus let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am...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... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1845 - 490 páginas
...with the innocence of love, Like the old age. SONG. Come away, come away, death, And in sad Cyprus let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am...cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my... | |
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