 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 William Shakspeare: Sketch of the life of Shakspeare. Tempest ... - Página 277por William Shakespeare - 1811Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
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...Come away, come away, death, A nd in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; 55 lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck...it; My part of death, no one so true Did share it. 92 and so that she keeps a steady place in her husband's heart. Because, boy, no matter how we flatter... | |
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...Twelfth Night( 160 1-1602) 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....flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be thrown;2 Not a friend, not a friend greet, My poor corpse, when my bones shall be strown:3 A thousand,... | |
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