 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.  English Lyric Poetry, 1500-1700 - Страница 85под редакцията на - 1897 - 276 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 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...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
...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 страници
...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 страници
...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 страници
...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 - 1806 - 426 страници
...[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, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not aflower sweet, On my... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 578 страници
...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 страници
...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...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... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb - 1810 - 302 страници
...silly, yet I love it, for it tells of the innocence of love in the old times." SONG. Come away, «ome away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid , Fly...black coffin let there be strown : Not a friend, not a fviend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to sare, lay... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 страници
...Vqder the blossom that haufadu the bough. SONG. IN TWELFTH NIGHT. COME away, come away, death, And m sad cypress let me be laid) Fly away, fly away, breath,...My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a Bower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet... | |
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