 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 Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the ... - Pagina 39de William Shakespeare - 1805Vizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | Robert Bell - 1854 - 290 pagini
...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...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. THE CLOWN'S EXIT. T AM gone, Sir, -*- And... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1854 - 282 pagini
...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 coflin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1855 - 412 pagini
...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...be strown: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 626 pagini
...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...sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. DuTce. There 's for thy pains. Cto. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 686 pagini
...; 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...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,... | |
 | George Moore - 1973 - 194 pagini
...away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, Stuck all with yew, O, prepare it I My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand... | |
 | Barbara Meister - 1998 - 420 pagini
...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...thrown; A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there! Bouchor: Fuis mon ame, fuis! Je incurs sous... | |
 | Maria Rauschenberger - 1981 - 764 pagini
...away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare itJ My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not...thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. TN 2.4.51-66 1. <yew> <death, mourning,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1992 - 132 pagini
...laid.69 Fly away, fly away, breath,70 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...there be strown: Not a friend, not a friend greet 60 My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me O where... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1993 - 220 pagini
...laid. Fie away, fie 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 bkck coffin let there be strewn. Not a friend, not a friend greet 00 My poor corpse, where my bones... | |
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