 | John Milton - 1785 - 698 страници
...pafTage in TWELFTH NIGHT, perhaps mifunderilood, which alfo refle&s light on our text. A. ii. S. iv. Come away, come away, Death, And in SAD CYPRESS let me be laid. That is, in a fluoud, not in a coffin of cypreb-wood, And looks commercing with the fkics, Thy rapt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 страници
...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,... | |
 | John Milton - 1791 - 668 страници
...paflage in TWELFTH NIGHT, perhaps mifunderflood, which alfo reflects light on our text. A. ii. S. iv. Come away, come away, Death, And in SAD CYPRESS let me be laid. That is, in a fhroud, not in a coffin of cyprefs-wood. See alfb Drummond's Sonnets, Edinvjb. 1616.... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 страници
...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 me be laid ; Fly away, fly away breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 468 страници
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 страници
...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 страници
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 426 страници
...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,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1809 - 282 страници
...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, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My »hroud of white stuck all with yew,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 440 страници
...love, Like the old age. s Clo. Are you ready, sir ? lDuke. Ay ; pr'y thee, sing. [Music. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid;"t Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. C4] free is, perhaps, vacant,... | |
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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. 
