 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.  Shakespeare's Twelfth Night: Or, What You Will - Стр. 70авторы: William Shakespeare - 1908 - Страниц: 151Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Shakespeare - 1846 - Страниц: 574
...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 it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - Страниц: 342
...XXIII. 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, Ü, prepare it ; My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - Страниц: 726
...cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath ; lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of while, e (t it. Not. a flower, not afloieer sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1847 - Страниц: 474
...Clo. Come away, come away, death, A nd 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, 0, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower siveet, On... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - Страниц: 760
...Clo. Come away, come away, death. And in sad ci/jrress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; NE V. — The Same. Before SHTLOCK'S Howe. Enter SHYLOCK, and irith yev, O ! prepare it : My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a floicer, not a flmctr... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - Страниц: 578
...Clo. Come away, come awayy deatht And in suit cypress3 let me be laid; My away , fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white j stuck all wit О, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower t not aßower... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - Страниц: 498
...Clo. Come away, com* away, death, Aid in tad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath; 1 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 it. Jfot a flower, not a flower meet, On my... | |
 | Brand - 1849 - Страниц: 544
...away, fly away, breath : I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrmtd of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my hlack coffin let there be strown;" &c. &c. And here the... | |
 | George Moore - 1973 - Страниц: 194
...DEATH 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 I My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin... | |
 | Barbara Meister - 1998 - Страниц: 420
...Shakespeare: 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,...prepare it! My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend... | |
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