 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 William Shakespeare: As you like it ; Taming of the shrew ; All ... - Page 360by William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842Full view - About this book
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...(sings) io Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fie away, fie away, breath! I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white,...not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn. 60 Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand... | |
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...me be laid. Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck with yew, O, prepare it. My part of death, no one...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. • "Come unto these... | |
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...shroud of white, stuck all with yew O! prepare it; My part of death, no one so true Did share it. 60 Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin...greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown; 65 A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me O! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.... | |
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...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. My shroud of white,...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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...maid": 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,...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! (II.iv.52-67) This... | |
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...old age': Come away, come away death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fie away, fie away breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white,...not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand... | |
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...Ado V.ii 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,...flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there by strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown; A thousand... | |
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...white, stuck Come away, come away death, and in sad cypress let me be laid. Fie away, fie away breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid: My shroud of white,...not a flower sweet on my black coffin, let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet my poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand... | |
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 | Various - Fiction - 2004 - 1060 pages
...times.' SONG 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...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand... | |
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