 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 Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered ... - Página 273por William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | George Ellis - 1845 - 410 páginas
...Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. [In " Twelfth Night."] COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true love ne'er find my grave, To weep there ! SONG. [From the " Two Gentlemen of Verona."} " WHO is Silvia... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 páginas
...delay there lies no plenty ; Then come ki.-e me. sweet-and-twenty ; Youth's a stuff will not endure. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad...Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. PORTIA. Dassanio. What find I here? Fair Portia's counterfeit? What demngod Hath come so near creation... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 372 páginas
...Eripe te bis lacrymis ; neque enim, carissima, vollem Te mecum has miseras participare vices." XXIII. COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Shakspeare. XXIV. Detraction. LIE on - — while my revenge shall be To speak the very truth of thee.... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 340 páginas
...Virgineos luctu deperiisse dies ? Eripe te his lacrymis ; ñeque enim, carissima, vollem XXII. XXIII. COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Shakspeare. XXIV. . Detraction. ! LIE on — while my revenge shall be To speak the very truth of thce.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1846 - 574 páginas
...there is still black and white crape; fend ancient shrouds were alwayi made of the latter. STEEVENS. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. , Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 342 páginas
...away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, Ü, prepare it ; My part of death, no one so true Did...Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. XXIV. Betractton. Otiakdpearc. LIE on — while my revenge shall be To speak the very truth of thee.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 614 páginas
...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...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true-love never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 656 páginas
...so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower suieet, On my black^ coffin let there be stroicn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where...thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true-love never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir ; 1 take... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 500 páginas
...with the innocence of love, Like the old age.* Clo. Are you ready, sir 1 Duke. Ay ; pr'ythee, sing. Song. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad...true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir : I take pleasure in singing, sir. Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 772 páginas
...the innocence of love, Like the old age. Clo. Are you ready, sir? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Music. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad...thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true-love never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir; I take... | |
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