 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 - 1853 - 928 páginas
...laid; Fly away,jly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, ttuclc all with q7q (here be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shattbe thrown: A... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 1158 páginas
...so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower siveet, On my black coffin let there be sir own / ing where you do : but, if yourself, Whose aged honour...virtuous youth, 3id ever, in so true a flame of likin To her in haste : give her this jewel ; say, Duke. There 's for thy pains. [Giving him money. 1 Lay... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1854 - 290 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. THE CLOWN'S EXIT. T AM gone, Sir, -*- And... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1854 - 282 páginas
...away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of 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 coflin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1855 - 412 páginas
...laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath, 1 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...be strown: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 626 páginas
...away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share...sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. DuTce. There 's for thy pains. Cto. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 686 páginas
...; 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 ! Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,... | |
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