 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 Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language - Сторінка 25автори: Francis Turner Palgrave - 1867 - 332 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 стор.
...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, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin...; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, \\ here my bones shall be thrown, A thousand thousand sighs to save; Lay me, O ! where True lover never... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 468 стор.
...Night."] COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; , Fly away, fly away, breath, My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there ! SONG. [From the " Two Gentlemen of Verona."] " WHO is Silvia ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 стор.
...yea, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower swetf, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend,...: 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 - 1805 - 518 стор.
...death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; 1 am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...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 - 1805 - 410 стор.
...laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; 7 am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all ivith yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er Jind my grave, To we?p there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Duke. I'll... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 426 стор.
...all with yew, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not aflower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not...thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er jind my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. C/o. No pains,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1807 - 296 стор.
...away, breath, ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrowd of white stuck all with yew, O prepare-if, My part of death no one so true did share it. : Not...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 344 стор.
...pr'ythee, sing. [Music. SONG. Clo. Come amay, come away, death, And in sad cyprus let me be laid ; O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did...My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A t/iousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, K-here Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 578 стор.
...breath; lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrowd of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ; Jify 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 My poor corpse, where mi/ bones shall be thrown . A thousand... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1809 - 282 стор.
...sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My »hroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it, My part...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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