 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.  On Some of Shakespeare's Female Characters - Sida 150efter Helena Faucit Martin (lady) - 1891Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | BIBLIOTHEQUE ANGLO-FRANCAISE - 1836 - 648 sidor
...merry ? which their keepers call A lightning before death : Oh ! how may I Call this a lightning?—O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey...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 - 1836 - 534 sidor
...before death ; O, how may I * Call this a lightning ? — O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath sucked the honey of 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 sidor
...merry ? which their keepers call A lightning before death : O, how may I Call this a lighlning? — 0, my love! my wife ! Death that hath suck'd the honey...thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conauur'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's... | |
 | 1838 - 654 sidor
...on his descent into the monument where lies the ' living corse ' of the ' fair Juliet.' — — ' O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 sidor
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 82 sidor
...in a triumphant grave, [ Wrests open the monument. For here lies Juliet — (L. of the tomb.) — O, my love, my wife, Death, that hath suck'd the honey...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, Thomas Price - 1839 - 480 sidor
...death, To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 'twere a careless trifle. 15— i. 4. 175 . . O, my love ! my wife ! Death that hath suck'd the honey...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 - 1839 - 530 sidor
...before death ; O, how may I i Call this a lightning ? — O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath sucked the honey of 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 312 sidor
...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 suck'd the honey...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 - 1842 - 340 sidor
...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 suck'd the honey...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... | |
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