 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 plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies ... - Strana 36autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1823Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | lady Anne Isabella Ritchie - 1863 - 312 str.
...destroy. Elizabeth's dreams lasted a little longer, and then she awoke at last. CHAPTER VII. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be...greet My poor corpse where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand, thousand sighs to save, Lay me, oh ! where Sad true lover never find my grave. To weep... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 750 str.
...the innocence of love, Like the old age. Clo. Are you ready, Sir? Duke. Ay ; pr'ythee, sing. [ Music. SONG. ClO. Come away, come away, death, And in sad...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 greet... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - 692 str.
...ruled by me ; for to this hour I have dwelt about thee with my power. J. FLETCHER II 73 SLAIN BY LOVE COME away, come away, death, and in sad cypress let...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 greet... | |
 | Sidney Beisly - 1864 - 200 str.
...doubly sweet. CHAPTER XI. TWELFTH-NIGHT, OR WHAT YOU WILL.* CT ii. Scene 4, Song of the Clown : — Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...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 strewn Not a friend, not a friend, greet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 1100 str.
...SONG. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; F!v away, fly away, breath ; t a flower, not a flower sweet, 60 On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 1056 str.
...white, stuck all with yew, 0, 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...greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 600 str.
...stuck alt with yew, Oh ! prepare it ; My port of death no one so true "Did share it. Not afloti-er, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be...greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, oh ! where Sad true-lover never find my grave, To weep there.... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 str.
...white, stuck all with yew, 0, 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...greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.... | |
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