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... The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare - الصفحة 31بواسطة William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
| William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 520
...age.] The ages past, times of simplicity. SONG. CLO. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away , fly away, breath; I am...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. > Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure... | |
| George Ellis - 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 482
...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, I am...a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where mybones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to Save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover ne'er... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1817 - عدد الصفحات: 360
...so true Did share it. Ло< о ßower, not a floner sweet, On my black coffin let there be itrown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover ne'er ßnd my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1817 - عدد الصفحات: 392
...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...thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O! where Sad true-love never find my grave, To weep there." Who after this will say that Shakespear's genius was... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 358
...[Musiek. f 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...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover neer flnd my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 328
...one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a Bower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true love never finil my grave, Too weep there." Who after this will any that Shakspeare's genius was only... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1819 - عدد الصفحات: 560
...away, come away, death, And in tad cypress let me he laid; Fly away,Jly away, breath ; I am ¡lain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all...where my bones shall be thrown , A thousand thousand sigla to save, Lay me, O, where Had true loner ne'er find my grave, To weep then: Duke. There's for... | |
| Scottish border - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 718
...away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrond of white, stuck all with you., O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did...shall be thrown ; A thousand, thousand sighs to save, the earlier popular poetry, I cannot help thinking that a great difference will be observed in the... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 380
...so true Did share it. Not a Jlo.aoer, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be stro&n ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 474
...white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it,• My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not ajlower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be...greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : 6 free — ] Is, perhaps, artless, free from art. ' -•— siily sooth,] It is plain, simple truth.... | |
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