 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - عدد الصفحات: 344
...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 - عدد الصفحات: 578
...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 - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 302
...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,...black coffin let there be strown : Not a friend, not a fviend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to sare, lay... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 728
...death, And m 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...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 - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 442
...as white as driven snow, " Cyprus black as e'er was crow." My throttd of white, stuck all with yea, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not ajlower, not ajlower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 746
...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 let there be strown j Jot a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: thousand thousand... | |
 | George Ellis - 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 472
...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...there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poorcorpse, where mybones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 454
...death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly arcay, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...flower, not a flower sweet. On my black coffin let there bestrewn; Not a friend, not a friend greet Tkly poor corpse, vhcremy bones shall be throtrn ; d. thousand... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - عدد الصفحات: 460
...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 of death no one so trne Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower tweet, On my black coffin let there be strowi ; Not a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 434
...as white as driven snow, " Cyprus black as e'er was crow." My shroud of white, stuck all ixith yfa, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not ajlawer sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,... | |
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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. 
