 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 Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language - Página 25de Francis Turner Palgrave - 1867 - 332 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 692 páginas
...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, stuck all with yew, O, prepare...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... | |
 | Arthur Graham - 1997 - 244 páginas
...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...Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. • "Come unto these yellow sands" from Act I, Scene 2 of The Tempest Michael Tippett (1905-) is well... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2014 - 260 páginas
...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.... | |
 | 1998 - 52 páginas
...with yew4, 0, prepare it! Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn5. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where...thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never find my grave To weep there. Why do you think Feste's love song for the... | |
 | , Carol Kimball, Patrick Choukroun - 2001 - 328 páginas
...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...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,... | |
 | Wystan Hugh Auden - 2002 - 428 páginas
...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...Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there! (II.iv.52-67) This is not the folk song that the Duke's request for "that old and antique song we heard... | |
 | Stanley Wells - 2003 - 494 páginas
...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, stuck all with yew, O prepare...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2011 - 276 páginas
...shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. 65 Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin...shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, 70 Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, ORSINO, *"giving money"^ There's for thy pains.... | |
 | Ross W. Duffin - 2004 - 536 páginas
...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, stuck all with Yew, o prepare...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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