 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...  Twelfth night. Much ado about nothing. As you like it - Strana 47podľa William Shakespeare - 1841Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | William Shakespeare - 2007 - Počet stránok 297
...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 sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown: Not a friend, not a friend... | |
 | Fiona McNeill - 2007 - Počet stránok 20
...death, And in sad cypress let me be 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. Identifying with the singers of the song, Orsino imagines himself "slain by a fair cruel maid"... | |
 | Bonnie Kime Scott - 2007 - Počet stránok 896
...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 sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend... | |
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