 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.  Lyrics of love, from Shakespeare to Tennyson, selected and arranged, with ... - Страница 210по Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1878 - 252 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 582 страници
...me be laid', Fly away, fly away, breath , / am /lain by a fair cruel maid. My Jbrowd of white, ftuck all with yew, O, prepare it. My part of death no one fo true Did Jbare it\ ' Free is, perhaps, vacant, untiigagfJ, eajj in mind. * Silly footh.'] It is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 404 страници
...a*way,fy away, breath, 3* Fye away, fie away I amjlain by iifair cruel maid : my jhrowd of white, ftuck all *with ye*w, o, prepare it; my part of death no one fo true did jbare it. II. St. Not a ftower, not aftoiverfweet, on my black coffin let there be ftrown... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 456 страници
....-«.} Flyaway, flyaway, breath, .-.• I am flain by a fair cruel maid. . ,1 My fhrowd of white, ftnck all with yew, O, prepare it.- ; My part of death no one fo true . , v , . . . Did ihare it. , Not a flower, not a flower fweet, • : {.' . On my black coffin... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Joseph Rann - 1787 - 700 страници
...be laid'. Fly away, fly away, breath -, I am flain by a fair cruel maid. My Jhrowd of white, fluck all with yew, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one Jo true Did Jhare it. Not a flower, not a flower fweet, On my black coffin let there be Jirown ; Not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 страници
...breath ; . 1 am slain by a fair cruel maid. .-••• .My throud of while, stuck all with ytw, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. ,. . . Not ajlotaer, not ajlower sweet, . 350 On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend... | |
 | George Ellis - 1790 - 346 страници
...let me be laid; Fly away, fly away breath, I am flain by a fair cruel maid. My fhroud of white, ftuck all with yew, O prepare it; My part of death no one fo true Did thare it. Not a flower, not a flower fweet, On my black coffin let there be ftro'wn ; Not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 582 страници
...me be laid; 4 Fly away, fly away,* treat b; I am Jlain by a fair cruel maid. Myjhroud of white, fuck all with yew, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one Jo true Didjbare it." influenced by artificial manners, undirefied by falj'e refinement in their thiice... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 страници
...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 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 страници
...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 it. Not a flower, not a flower swetf, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 страници
...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...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,... | |
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