 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
 | William Shakespeare - 1823
...Duke. Ay; pr'y thee, sing. [Musk. SONG. Clo. Come aicny, come away, death, Ami in sad cypress let me he true men. I did that I did nut this seven year before, I blushed to hear his monstrous devices. icith yeir, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true • * ' Did share it. ?>Tot a flower, not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823
...innocence of love, Like the old age.6 Clo. Are you ready, sir ? Duke. Ay ; pr'ythee, sing. [.Music. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid;7 Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. [4] Free is, perhaps, vacant,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 385 str.
...innocence of love, Like the old ageJ. SONG. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let ye be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath: I am slain by...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 - 1824
...innocence of love, Like the old age£. do. Are you ready, sir? Duke. Ay ; pr'ythee, sing. [AftuJcfr. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away,)iy away., breath ; I am stain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yeto,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 830 str.
...the innocence of love, Like the old age. Clo. Are you ready, sir? Duke. Ay; pr'ythec, sing ! [HSiuic. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ! Ply away, fly away, breath! lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck allwithyar,... | |
 | John Milton - 1824
...passage in Twelfth Night, perhaps misunderstood, •which also reflects light on our text. Act ii. s. 4. Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. That is, in a shroud, not in a coffin of cypress- wood. See also Drummond's Sonnets, Edinb. 1616. P.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1825
...the innocence of love, Like the old age. Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Mustek. Clo. Are you ready, sir ? SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad...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... | |
 | Franz Christoph Horn - 1825
...wo^)l gar ale ©atyre »or*) 5S3er würbe ntcfjt gern einräumen, baf ©Riegel baê fym( Ифе Cieb: 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 it. f. W. v . Wit gewohnt« Ätoft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826
...sir? Duke. Ay ; pr'ythee, sing. [Mustek. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress3 let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain...shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not ajlower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826
...sir ? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Mustck. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress f let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am...shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ,• My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not ajffower, not a Jlower sweet, On my black coffin... | |
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