 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 頁
...innocence of love, Like the old ageJ. SONG. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let ye be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath: I am slain by...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet [thrown; My poor corpse where my bones shall be A thousand... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 頁
...lam slain by a fair cruel maid. JHy shroud oj white, stuck all withy ete, O, prepare it ! JUypart oj ince it was nine ; And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven ,• And so, from hour to hour, we ripe stroum ! £iot ajriend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,where my bones shallbe thrown ! A thousand... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 頁
...love, Like the old age£. do. Are you ready, sir? Duke. Ay ; pr'ythee, sing. [AftuJcfr. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away,)iy away., breath ; I am stain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yeto,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 518 頁
...atom/, jltj away, breath ; lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of while, stuck all with ytv, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. jVbt aAower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be itroim ; jVof a friend, not a friend... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 468 頁
...passage in Twelfth Night, perhaps misunderstood, •which also reflects light on our text. Act ii. s. 4. Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. That is, in a shroud, not in a coffin of cypress- wood. See also Drummond's Sonnets, Edinb. 1616. P.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 頁
...of love, Like the old age. Clo. Are you ready, sir? Duke. Ay; pr'ythec, sing ! [HSiuic. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ! Ply away, fly away, breath! lam slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck allwithyar,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1825 - 356 頁
...of love, Like the old age. Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Mustek. Clo. Are you ready, sir ? SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 508 頁
...tad eypreu let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; 7 am slum by a fair cruel maid. My ihroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one to true Did thare it. Jfot a flower, not a flatter nceet, On my black coffin let there be strown ;... | |
 | Franz Christoph Horn - 1825 - 318 頁
...wo^)l gar ale ©atyre »or*) 5S3er würbe ntcfjt gern einräumen, baf ©Riegel baê fym( Ифе Cieb: 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 it. f. W. v . Wit gewohnt« Ätoft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 頁
...sing. [Musick. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress6 let me be laid; Fly away,Jly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor cwpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand... | |
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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. 
