 | English poets - 1801 - 382 str.
...Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. SONG. COME away, come away death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly...shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it; My part of death no one so true Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 str.
...the old age.1 Clo. Are you ready, sir ? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Mustek. SONG. Clo. Come <may, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly...away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maidj My shroud of white, stuck all with yea, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 578 str.
...breath; lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrowd of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ; Jify part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower,...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where mi/ bones shall be thrown . A thousand... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1809 - 282 str.
...silly, yet I love it, for it tells of the innocence of love in the old times."' SONG. Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly...away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My »hroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it, My part of death no one so true did share it. Not... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb - 1810 - 302 str.
...silly, yet I love it, for it tells of the innocence of love in the old times." SONG. Come away, «ome away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid , Fly...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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 str.
...Vqder the blossom that haufadu the bough. SONG. IN TWELFTH NIGHT. COME away, come away, death, And m sad cypress let me be laid) Fly away, fly away, breath,...shroud of 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... | |
 | George Ellis - 1811 - 472 str.
...away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not...there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poorcorpse, where mybones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad... | |
 | George Ellis - 1811 - 482 str.
...I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. SONG. [In " Twelfth Night."] COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 520 str.
...Plays or trifles. ? — the old age.] The ages past, times of simplicity. SONG. CLO. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 454 str.
...sing. [Muric. i, SONG. Clo. Come away, rome away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly arcay, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid....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... | |
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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. 
