 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 984 pagina’s
...Duke. Ay; pr'y thee, sing. [Musk. SONG. Clo. Come aicny, come away, death, Ami in sad cypress let me he true men. I did that I did nut this seven year before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices. icith yeir, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true • * ' Did share it. ?>Tot a flower, not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 380 pagina’s
...of love, Like the old age.6 Clo. Are you ready, sir ? Duke. Ay ; pr'ythee, sing. [.Music. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid;7 Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. [4] Free is, perhaps, vacant,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 pagina’s
...innocence of love, Like the old ageJ. SONG. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let ye be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath: I am slain by...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 [thrown; My poor corpse where... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 pagina’s
...lam slain by a fair cruel maid. JHy shroud oj white, stuck all withy ete, O, prepare it ! JUypart oj ince it was nine ; And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven ,• And so my black coffin let there be stroum ! £iot ajriend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,where my bones... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 pagina’s
...love, Like the old age£. do. Are you ready, sir? Duke. Ay ; pr'ythee, sing. [AftuJcfr. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away,)iy away., breath ; I am stain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yeto,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 518 pagina’s
...atom/, jltj away, breath ; lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of while, stuck all with ytv, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. jVbt aAower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be itroim ; jVof a friend, not a friend... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 pagina’s
...of love, Like the old age. Clo. Are you ready, sir? Duke. Ay; pr'ythec, sing ! [HSiuic. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ! Ply away, fly away, breath! lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck allwithyar,... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 468 pagina’s
...passage in Twelfth Night, perhaps misunderstood, •which also reflects light on our text. Act ii. s. 4. Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. That is, in a shroud, not in a coffin of cypress- wood. See also Drummond's Sonnets, Edinb. 1616. P.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1825 - 356 pagina’s
...of love, Like the old age. Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Mustek. Clo. Are you ready, sir ? SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 508 pagina’s
...tad eypreu let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; 7 am slum by a fair cruel maid. My ihroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one to true Did thare it. Jfot a flower, not a flatter nceet, On my black coffin let there be strown ;... | |
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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. 
