 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 Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare - Seite 336von William Shakespeare - 1826Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Hyde Clarke - 1859 - 200 Seiten
...death, And in sad cypress Lei me be Laid ; Fly away, Fly awa.y, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. Not a flower, Not a flower sweet, On my black coffin...be strown; Not a friend, Not a friend greet My poor corse, where my bones shall be thrown." Another well-known song has taken fast hold of English hearts... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 790 Seiten
...fly* breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it I My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black cojin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 792 Seiten
...fly* breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it I My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not...strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand siahs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1861 - 352 Seiten
...Like the old age. Song. 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...strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousands sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 Seiten
...strife ; I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring XLIV DIRGE OF LOVE My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare...strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where Sad true... | |
 | 1861 - 790 Seiten
...Like the old age." " 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...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn , Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown, A thousand... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1861 - 280 Seiten
...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...strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where Sad true... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1861 - 406 Seiten
...; prithee sing. [Music. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coflin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall... | |
 | George Moore - 1973 - 194 Seiten
...AWAY, COME AWAY, DEATH 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 I My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin... | |
 | Barbara Meister - 1998 - 420 Seiten
...Bouchor's lines. Shakespeare: 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...be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse where my bones shall be thrown; A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where Sad true... | |
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