Question

English Poetry A/an Articles​

Answer 1

Answer:

Haven't understood the question dear....❤️❤️

Answer 2

Answer:

COME away, come away, death,

  And in sad cypres 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 sweet,

  On my black coffin let there be strown;

Not a friend, not a friend greet

  My poor corse, where my bones shall be thrown:

A thousand thousand sighs to save,

  Lay me, O, where

Sad true lover never find my grave

  To weep there!

by william shakespear