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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. Not a flower, not a flower... "
The Plays of Shakspeare - Page 88
by William Shakespeare - 1819
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The Great Comedies and Tragedies

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...away, come away death, 50 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...there be strown: Not a friend, not a friend greet 60 My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me O where...
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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...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. ActlL Sc.IV, CLOWN'S...
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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...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! (William Shakespeare,...
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Gender in Modernism: New Geographies, Complex Intersections

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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...be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O! where Sad true...
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