 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.  Songs from the British Drama - Страница 65аутор(и): - 1925 - 386 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 582 страница
...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 страница
...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 страница
....-«.} 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... | |
 | John Milton - 1785 - 698 страница
...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, Joseph Rann - 1787 - 700 страница
...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 страница
...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, stuck all with... | |
 | George Ellis - 1790 - 346 страница
...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... | |
 | John Milton - 1791 - 668 страница
...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.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 582 страница
...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 страница
...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...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... | |
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