 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 88by William Shakespeare - 1819Full view - About this book
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - English poetry - 1883 - 396 pages
...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 ORPHEUS. Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that... | |
 | George Moore - English poetry - 1924 - 152 pages
...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 Shakefpeare-,... | |
 | George Moore - English poetry - 1924 - 206 pages
...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... | |
 | Edward Bliss Reed - Ballads, English - 1925 - 404 pages
...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. TWELFTH NIGHT, ii.... | |
 | Edmondstoune Duncan - Ballads, English - 1927 - 634 pages
...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...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... | |
 | William Peacock - American poetry - 1928 - 476 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Norman Ault - English poetry - 1928 - 566 pages
...away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, Oh, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did...where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, oh, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Shakespeare Twelfth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Illyria - 1991 - 108 pages
...away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of while, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it I My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not...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 ! 3 DUKE. There's... | |
 | Ezra Pound, Marcella Spann - Literary Criticism - 1964 - 388 pages
...away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare itl My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not...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 therel Act II, Scene 4... | |
 | Barbara Meister - Music - 1998 - 420 pages
...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! Bouchor: Fuis mon... | |
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