 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 Dramatists - Sayfa 89editör: - 1854 - 268 sayfaTam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 314 sayfa
...laid ; Fly a'aay, fly away, breath, I am jlain by a fair cruel maid. i My JbroTud of -white, fluck all -with yew, , 0 prepare it. My part of death no one fo true Did JJjare it. Not a flower, not a flower fisaeet, On my black coffin let there be ftrcnsin... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 368 sayfa
...let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I amjlain by a fair cruel maid. Myjhrowd of white, jluck all with yew, 0, prepare it. My part of death no one fo true Didjhare it. Not a flower, not a flower fwc11, On my black coffin let there bejlrown : Not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1769 - 376 sayfa
...laid ; " Fly away, fly away, breath ; " I am /lain by a fair cruel maid. " My Jhrowd of white, Jluck all with yew, " 0, prepare it. " My part of death no one fo true " Did /hare it. " Not a flower, not a flower /weft, " On my black coffin let there be Jlrown... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 sayfa
...away, 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... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 sayfa
...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,...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... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 468 sayfa
...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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 sayfa
...you ready, sir ? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Mustek. SONG. Clo. Come <may, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 sayfa
...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 of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 sayfa
...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 death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 522 sayfa
...age is the ages past, the times of simplicity. Johnson. My shroud of white, stuck ail viith yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it.i Not aflower, not afiofjer sweet, On my Alack coffin let there he strown ; JVht a friend, not a... | |
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