 | Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb - 1810 - 302 páginas
...silly, yet I love it, for it tells of the innocence of love in the old times." SONG. Come away, «ome away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid , Fly...did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown : Not a friend, not a fviend greet My poor corpse, where my bones... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 páginas
...Vqder the blossom that haufadu the bough. SONG. IN TWELFTH NIGHT. COME away, come away, death, And m sad cypress let me be laid) Fly away, fly away, breath,...My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a Bower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 páginas
...HICHT. OME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laiffj ly away, fly away, breath, [ am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it ; ly part of death no one so true bid share it. Vot a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 440 páginas
...love, Like the old age. s Clo. Are you ready, sir ? lDuke. Ay ; pr'y thee, sing. [Music. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid;"t Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. C4] free is, perhaps, vacant,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 520 páginas
...with the — ] Plays or trifles. ? — the old age.] The ages past, times of simplicity. SONG. CLO. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...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 My poor corpse, where my bones... | |
 | George Ellis - 1811 - 482 páginas
...Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. SONG. [In " Twelfth Night."] COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...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 My poor corpse, where mybones... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 454 páginas
...sing. [Muric. i, SONG. Clo. Come away, rome away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly arcay, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid....Did share it. "Not a flower, not a flower sweet. On my black coffin let there bestrewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet Tkly poor corpse, vhcremy bones... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 460 páginas
...• Countenance. t Lace makers. Clo. Are you ready, sir? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Music. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death. And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; ., J am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrond of white, stnck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part... | |
 | George Ellis - 1811 - 472 páginas
...Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough> SONG. [In " Twelfth Night."] COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 434 páginas
...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 cypress let me be laid;"1 Fly ax!ay,fy away, breath ; 1 am tlain by a fair cruel maid. [4] Free is, perhaps, vacant,... | |
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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. 
