 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 Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered ... - Página 273por William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | 1863 - 982 páginas
...weed, and will not come. W. Drummond XLIV DIRGE OF LOVE COME away, come away, Death, And in sad cypres let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am...Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. W. Shakespeare XLV FIDELE FEAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - 692 páginas
...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...sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there. into Greek Tragic Anapastic Verse 465 11/4 INGRATITUDE BLOW, blow thou winter wind, thou art not so... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 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...Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Twelfth Night. Act II. Sc. i. 89. ARIEL'S SONG. Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 1056 páginas
...breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel inaid. l Simple truth. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it : My part of death, no one so true Did...thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There 's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 600 páginas
...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...thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, oh ! where Sad true-lover never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No... | |
 | Sidney Beisly - 1864 - 200 páginas
...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 My poor corpse,...Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Cypress (Cupressus sempervirens) — evergreen cypress. According to Dr. W.Turner this tree was cultivated... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 1100 páginas
...flower sweet, 60 On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My p«or c- There's for thy pains. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, I'io. Ay, but I know — Duke.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 750 páginas
...flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand...Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there l Duke. There 's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, Sir ; I take pleasure in singing, Sir. Duke. I 'll pay... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 402 páginas
...burn him, and turn him about, Till candles, and star-light, and moonshine be out. FROM TWELFTH NIGHT. COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. FROM MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING. SIGH no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever : One foot... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1866 - 418 páginas
...this song. It is silly, yet I love it, for it tells of the innocence of love in the old times." SONG. Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let...Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there. Viola did not fail to mark the words of the old song, which in such true simplicity described the pangs... | |
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