 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 Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies ... - Trang 36bởi William Shakespeare - 1823Xem Toàn bộ - Giới thiệu về cuốn sách này
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 trang
...sun-set merrily ; Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. SONG. COME away, come away death, And in sad cypress let...yew, O prepare it; My part of death no one so true Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 468 trang
...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 sweet On my black coffin let there be...greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 trang
...CLO. Come away, come away, 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,...My part of death no one so true 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 trang
...white, stuck all ivith yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be...greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er Jind my grave, To we?p there.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 344 trang
...cyprus let me be laid ; O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be...greet 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... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1807 - 296 trang
...white stuck all with yew, O prepare-if, My part of death no one so true did share it. : Not a flower, not a flower sweet, .; On my black coffin let there...greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown, A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there.... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1809 - 282 trang
...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 sweet, On my black coffin let there be...greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there.... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb - 1810 - 302 trang
...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...My part of death no one so true 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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 trang
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 520 trang
...And dalUes with the — ] Plays or trifles. ? — the old age.] The ages past, times of simplicity. SONG. CLO. Come away, come away, death, And in sad...My part of death no one so true 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... | |
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