 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 oldal
...before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning ?d — O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 oldal
...before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning ? d —O, my love! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's... | |
 | University of Cambridge - 1830 - 636 oldal
...i <n г t'nj>i'iytif i . VIII. To be translated into Greek Tragic Iambics. "Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...before death : Oh ! how may | ^all this a lightning f — O my love I my wife! Death, that hath suck'd ng Richard's friend, And, madam, you must call him Rutland now : Thou art not comjuer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and In thy cheeks", And death's... | |
 | 1833 - 252 oldal
...best robes uncover'd on the bier." ACT IV. S. 1. " ROM. O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's... | |
 | 1835 - 550 oldal
...discovering that the bloom had not faded from her face, • O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered : beauty's ensign yet IB crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks. And death's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 oldal
...merry! which their keepers call A lightning before death ; O, how may I * Call this a lightning ? — O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath sucked the honey...thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's... | |
 | BIBLIOTHEQUE ANGLO-FRANCAISE - 1836 - 648 oldal
...before death : Oh ! how may I Call this a lightning?—O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's «nsign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, Aud death's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 oldal
...he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle. 15 — i. 4. 175 O, my love ! my wife ! Death that hath suek'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's... | |
 | 1838 - 654 oldal
...the ' living corse ' of the ' fair Juliet.' — — ' O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.' — act v. sc. iii. Not content with using the word both in a literal and in a metaphorical sense,... | |
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O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. 
