 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.  Anthologia oxoniensis - Side 42redigeret af - 1846 - 306 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Dennis Kennedy - 2004 - 338 sider
...suffering for love with Feste kneeling to him as to a saint to deliver his mournful hymn to death, "Come away, come away, death, / And in sad cypress let me be laid." The whole made a most beautiful tableau: the soulful Diirer-Christ-Orsino on his Calvary of love, his... | |
 | Robin Headlam Wells - 1994 - 312 sider
...away, fie away, breath, I am slaine by a faire cruell maide: My shrowde of white, stuck all with Ew, O, prepare it. My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweete, On my blacke coffin, let there be strewne; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpes,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 692 sider
...age the good old days FESTE Are you ready, sir? ORSINO Ay, prithee sing. Music plays FESTE (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, stuck all with yew,... | |
 | Rodney Stenning Edgecombe - 1996 - 304 sider
...of the speaker's death and careful, clear-eyed funeral arrangements. There is one in Twelfth Night ("Come away, come away death, / And in sad cypress let me be laid") 127 and there are also burial directives written into several of Donne's poems—"The Funeral," for... | |
 | Arthur Graham - 1997 - 244 sider
...this lugubrious song at the request of the love-smitten Orsino. It has no significance to the plot. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck with yew, O, prepare it. My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower... | |
 | Stephen Adams - 1997 - 260 sider
...("hypallage") is an adjective that applies logically to something other than its grammatical object: Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. The cypress itself, of course, is not "sad"— but it is poetic to think so. One graveyard poet contemplates... | |
 | Ray Leslee, Kenneth Welsh - 1998 - 44 sider
...trusted ... mark the music! (Music #9: Come Away Death) MALE AND FEMALE SINGERS AND PIANIST. COME 4WAY, COME AWAY DEATH AND IN SAD CYPRESS LET ME BE LAID...AWAY BREATH . . . I AM SLAIN BY A FAIR CRUEL MAID. PIANIST. MY SHROUD OF WHITE, STUCK ALL WITH YEW, MALE AND FEMALE SINGERS AND PIANIST. OH PREPARE IT,... | |
 | 1998 - 52 sider
...away, breath! I am slain2 by a fair cruel maid. My shroud3 of white, stuck all 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 my bones shall be thrown. A thousand... | |
 | Bryan Cheyette - 1998 - 426 sider
...wait. I do not want to stop waiting. The end of this vigil is the beginning of nothing. Twelve — Come away, come away, death, and in sad cypress let me be laid, Pete sang. The sun was setting. Lilac hung heavy on the arched tree. The garden flickered. In low deckchairs... | |
 | 1998 - 76 sider
...longer for Olivia to love him. ' precious jewel - a piece of jewellery worth a lot of money FESTE: 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. Sir Toby and Sir Andrew and their friend... | |
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