 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 Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered ... - Strana 273podľa William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | George Ellis - 1803 - Počet stránok 468
...Night."] COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; , Fly away, fly away, breath, My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there ! SONG. [From the " Two Gentlemen of Verona."] " WHO is Silvia ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - Počet stránok 494
...yea, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower swetf, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend,...: A thousand thousand sighs to save, • ' Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - Počet stránok 518
...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,...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - Počet stránok 410
...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...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er Jind my grave, To we?p there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Duke. I'll... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - Počet stránok 426
...all with yew, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not aflower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not...thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er jind my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. C/o. No pains,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1807 - Počet stránok 296
...away, breath, ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrowd of white stuck all with yew, O prepare-if, My part of death no one so true did share it. : Not...Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there. Viola did not fail to mark the words of the old song, which in such true simplicity described the pangs... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1809 - Počet stránok 282
...sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My »hroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it, My part...Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there. Viola did not fail to mark the words of the old song, which in such true simplicity described the pangs... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - Počet stránok 728
...white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it , My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a Bower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O! where , Sad true lover ne'er 6nd my grave, To weep there [ SONG. FROM THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VXRONA " WHO is Silvia ? what is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - Počet stránok 440
...all with yea, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not ajlower, not ajlower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not...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. do. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - Počet stránok 520
...And dalUes with the — ] Plays or trifles. ? — the old age.] The ages past, times of simplicity. SONG. CLO. Come away, come away, death, And in sad...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... | |
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