 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 420 oldal
...[Aftwic. 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 it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not afiower sweet, On my... | |
 | David Booth - 1831 - 366 oldal
...away, fie away breath, I am slaine by a faire cruell maide : My shrowd of white, stuck all with Bw, O prepare it. My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweete On my blacke coffin, let there be strewne : Not a friend, not a friend greet My poore corpes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 542 oldal
...sing. ¡3,4 SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, ¿And in sad cyprtM9 let me be lead } Fly away, ßy BJr s S BE 1 e p @ 'q :M 챦 m o Yy- "<X O6 : . &mu' yno, O, prepare it ; Jlfy part of thath пЪ one so true Did sitare it. J^'jt (i.flvticr, not ajlmeer... | |
 | John Timbs - 1832 - 362 oldal
...away, rty away, breath j I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all witb yew, O prepare it ; My part of death, no one so true Did...it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coflin let there be strown. Here Mr. Ellis reminds the reader, that in whatever country Shakspeare... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1833 - 1104 oldal
...uni Hlain liy a (air cruel HiHid. My shroud ofwhile, stuck all with yew O. prepare it ; My port nf death no one so true Did share it. " Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there bo strown ; Not ft friend, not a frirnd prppt ' My poor п>фие. where my liones shall be thrown... | |
 | Garland - 1836 - 246 oldal
...nanny, nonny. [In "Twelfth Night."] 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1838 - 360 oldal
...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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coifin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 790 oldal
...slaintty ttjiiir cruel maid. My ihroud of while, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it ; My part of dent h tudying at Klieims ; us cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, ая the other in music strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet (thrown; Л/у poor corpse, where mu bones s/tali be A thousand... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 608 oldal
...pr'ythee, sing. [Music. SONG. Clo. 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...death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not aflmver sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1840 - 304 oldal
...innocence of love in the old times." SONG. Come away, come away, Death, And in gad 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, О 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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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, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin... 
