 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.  William Shakespeare - Pagina 299di Georg Brandes - 1904Visualizzazione completa - Informazioni su questo libro
 | John Milton - 1785 - 698 pagine
...pafTage in TWELFTH NIGHT, perhaps mifunderilood, which alfo refle&s light on our text. A. ii. S. iv. Come away, come away, Death, And in SAD CYPRESS let me be laid. That is, in a fluoud, not in a coffin of cypreb-wood, And looks commercing with the fkics, Thy rapt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 pagine
...love, Like die old age. Clo. Are you ready, sir ? 340 Duke. Ay, pr'ythee, sing. (% . [Mustek. SONG. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, Jly away, breath ; . 1 am slain by a fair cruel maid. .-••• .My throud of while, stuck all with... | |
 | John Milton - 1791 - 668 pagine
...paflage in TWELFTH NIGHT, perhaps mifunderflood, which alfo reflects light on our text. A. ii. S. iv. Come away, come away, Death, And in SAD CYPRESS let me be laid. That is, in a fhroud, not in a coffin of cyprefs-wood. See alfb Drummond's Sonnets, Edinvjb. 1616.... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 pagine
...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...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 Not a flower, not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 pagine
...Like the old age.1 Clo. Are you ready, sir ? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Mustek. SONG. Clo. Come <may, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid...away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maidj My shroud of white, stuck all with yea, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 468 pagine
...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 ; , Fly away, fly away, breath, My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 pagine
...silly sooth,] It is plain, simple truth. 8 And dallies wit h the — ] Plays or trifles. >. SONG. 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, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ; My part... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 pagine
...of love, Like the old age. 9 Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Mustek. Clo. Are you ready, sir? SONG. CLO. Come away, come away, death. And in sad cypress let me be 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 426 pagine
...innocence of love, Like the old age. Cio. Are you ready, sir? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Mustek. SONG. C/o. Come away, come away, death, And. in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly aieay,fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1807 - 296 pagine
...inthe old times." SONG. Come-away, come away, Death, . And in sad cypress let me be laid} Flyaway, fly 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... | |
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