 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 Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.  The Eton School Magazine - Страница 1851842Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 642 страници
...hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty8: Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that... | |
 | 1826 - 360 страници
...parchment-coloured hand, pathetically exclaimed— " 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 Is crimson on thy lips."-—• " Beauty !—no, hang me, if it is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 448 страници
...suck'd the honey of thy hreath, Hath had no power yet upou thy heanty: Thou art not conquer'd; heanty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Tyhalt, liest thou there in thy hloody sheet 1 O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with... | |
 | 1829 - 48 страници
...may 1 Call this a lightning ? — О , 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 страници
...how may I Callthis a lightning ? — 0, 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 coDQucr'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's palé Пас... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 страници
...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 pale flag is... | |
 | University of Cambridge - 1830 - 636 страници
...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 pale flag is... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 страници
...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 pale flag is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 страници
...honey of thy breauV Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's eneign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.— Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet] J, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 522 страници
...suck'd the honey of thy breath, I lath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not eonquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's palé Bag is not advanced there. — Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ? O. what more favour... | |
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