 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.  Twelfth Night: Or, What You Will - Strana 48autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1895 - 153 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Kathryn LaBouff - 2007 - 346 str.
...hierarchy of stress by circling the primary stress words and underlining the words with secondary stress. (Come) away (come) away, (death/) And in sad (cypress) let me be (laid?) (H}) away, (fljj) away, (breath) I am (slain) by a fair, cruel (maid) The words that are (circled)... | |
 | Mary Ellen Lamb, Karen Bamford - 2008 - 292 str.
...does not turn out to be an actual tell. Instead, Shakespeare turns a song of poverty into a love song: Come away, come away, death. And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fie away, fie away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. (Il.iv.Sl-4) Judging by the meter, Shakespeare... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Burfeind - 2008 - 221 str.
...the lovesick Orsino. THE CLOWN SINGS Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress [wooden casket] let me be laid. Fly away, fly away breath, I am slain...cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew [evergreen branches], O, prepare it! My part of death [my death], no one so true [as me] Did share... | |
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