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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. Not a flower, not a flower... "
The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the ... - 39 ÆäÀÌÁö
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Songs from the Dramatists

Robert Bell - 1854 - 290 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. THE CLOWN'S EXIT. T AM gone, Sir, -*- And...
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Songs from the Dramatists

Robert Bell - 1854 - 282 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 sweet, On my black coflin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall...
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Tales from Shakspere

Charles Lamb - 1855 - 412 ÆäÀÌÁö
...laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath, 1 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...be strown: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover...
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The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities ..., 2±Ç

William Shakespeare - 1857 - 626 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. DuTce. There 's for thy pains. Cto. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure in...
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The Works of William Shakespeare, 3±Ç

William Shakespeare - 1857 - 686 ÆäÀÌÁö
...; 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...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,...
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An Anthology of Pure Poetry

George Moore - 1973 - 194 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...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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Nineteenth-Century French Song: Fauré, Chausson, Duparc, and Debussy

Barbara Meister - 1998 - 420 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...thrown; A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there! Bouchor: Fuis mon ame, fuis! Je incurs sous...
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Shakespeares imagery

Maria Rauschenberger - 1981 - 764 ÆäÀÌÁö
...away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare itJ My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not...thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. TN 2.4.51-66 1. <yew> <death, mourning,...
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Twelfth Night

William Shakespeare - 1992 - 132 ÆäÀÌÁö
...laid.69 Fly away, fly away, breath,70 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...there be strown: Not a friend, not a friend greet 60 My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me O where...
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La dodicesima notte ovvero quel che volete

William Shakespeare - 1993 - 220 ÆäÀÌÁö
...laid. Fie away, fie 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 sweet On my bkck coffin let there be strewn. Not a friend, not a friend greet 00 My poor corpse, where my bones...
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