 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 Family Shakspeare ... in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text ... - Seite 263von William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1825Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Barbara Meister - 1998 - 420 Seiten
...text: Shakespeare's, Bouchor's rendition, and our own translation of Bouchor's lines. Shakespeare: Come away, come away, death; And in sad cypress let...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 Ies traits de la plus... | |
 | Maria Rauschenberger - 1981 - 764 Seiten
...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...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, lugubriousness> primär,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1992 - 132 Seiten
...flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown: Not a friend, not a friend greet 60 My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A...thousand sighs to save, Lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. DUKE [giving money:] There's for thy pains. CLOWN No pains, sir:... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1993 - 220 Seiten
...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 shall be thrown. A...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave To weep there. ORSINO There's for thy pains. He gives Feste money FESTE No pains,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 692 Seiten
...one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn. 60 Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave To weep there. ORSINO There's for thy pains. He gives Feste money FESTE No pains,... | |
 | Arthur Graham - 1997 - 244 Seiten
...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...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. • "Come unto these yellow sands" from Act I, Scene 2 of The Tempest... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2014 - 260 Seiten
...the world, Prizes not quantity of dirty lands; 85 The parts that fortune hath bestowed upon her, 94 Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin...be thrown; A thousand thousand sighs to save Lay me Of where Sad true lover never find my grave To weep there. Duke [offering money] That's for your trouble.... | |
 | 1998 - 52 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Wystan Hugh Auden - 2002 - 428 Seiten
...come away, death," which also plays upon a courtly love convention, the idea of the "fair cruel maid": Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 Seiten
...death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there by strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there! Feste — TN II.iv O, but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce... | |
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