 | William Hazlitt - 1838 - 360 pagina’s
...with the innocence of love, Like the old age. SONG. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cyprus let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am...Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coifin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 pagina’s
...innocence of love, Like the old age. Clo. Are you ready, sir* Duke. Ay ; pr'ythee sing. [Marie. SONG. Clo. ; 1 am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all <• ilh yew, 0, prepare it ; My part... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 790 pagina’s
...slaintty ttjiiir cruel maid. My ihroud of while, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it ; My part of dent h tudying at Klieims ; us cunning in Greek, Latin, and other langua my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet (thrown; Л/у poor corpse,... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1838 - 562 pagina’s
...with the Innocence of love. Like the old agu." The song, thus beautifully prefaced, is as follows : " Come away, come away, death, And In sad cypress let me be laid . Fly awuy, fly away, breath : I am slnln by .1 fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck ail with yew.... | |
 | 1838 - 654 pagina’s
...for coffins, because of its incorruptihility, and the tree is planted over the graves of the dead. ' Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid.' — Twelfth Night, act ii. sc. iv. , Cypress black as e'er was crow.' — Winter's Tale, act iv. sc.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 608 pagina’s
...of love, Like the old age.3 Clo. Are you ready, sir ? Duke. Ay ; pr'ythee, sing. [Music. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...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 aflmver sweet, On my... | |
 | 1840 - 652 pagina’s
...away ! Worth by Montgomery. (Hawes.) GLEE,/or 4 Voices.— S. WEBBE, Jun. (Alto, 2 Tenors, and Bass.) 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... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1840 - 304 pagina’s
...it tells of the innocence of love in the old times." SONG. Come away, come away, Death, And in gad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath,...cruel maid My shroud of white stuck all with yew, О prepare It, My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my... | |
 | John Brand - 1841 - 356 pagina’s
...let me he laid ; NOTES TO FOLLOWING THE CORPSE TO THE GRAVE. My shroud of white, stuck all with gew, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweel, On my hlack coffin let there he strown ;" &c. &c. And here the reader must he again reminded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 362 pagina’s
...ready, sir ? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [music. Clown. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress 5 let me be laid. Fly away, fly away, breath : I am slain by a fair cruel maid. 1 Cheerful. * Lace-makers. 3 It is plain, simple truth. 4 Ages past. My shroud of white, stuck all... | |
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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. 
