 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 Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the ... - Página 39por William Shakespeare - 1805Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 692 páginas
...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...not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn. 60 Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand... | |
 | Arthur Graham - 1997 - 244 páginas
...be laid. Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck with yew, O, prepare it. My part of death, no one so true...thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. • "Come unto these yellow sands" from... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2014 - 260 páginas
...shroud of white, stuck all with yew O! prepare it; My part of death, no one so true Did share it. 60 Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin...greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown; 65 A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me O! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.... | |
 | 1998 - 52 páginas
...with yew4, 0, prepare it! Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn5. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never find my grave To weep there. Why do you think Feste's love song for the Duke was a sad song?... | |
 | , Carol Kimball, Patrick Choukroun - 2001 - 328 páginas
...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...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be thrown;2 Not a friend, not a friend greet, My poor corpse, when my bones shall be strown:3 A thousand,... | |
 | Wystan Hugh Auden - 2002 - 428 páginas
...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...thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there! (II.iv.52-67) This is not the folk song... | |
 | Stanley Wells - 2003 - 494 páginas
...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...not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 páginas
...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...flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there by strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown; A thousand... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2011 - 276 páginas
...shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. 65 Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin...shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, 70 Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, ORSINO, *"giving money"^ There's for thy pains.... | |
 | Ross W. Duffin - 2004 - 536 páginas
...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...not a flower sweet on my black coffin, let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet my poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand... | |
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