 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, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 страници
...thy breath, lath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer' d ; beauty's ensign yet s erman ... [and 11 others] Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloody sheet? ), what more favour can 1 do to thee, ['haji with that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 страници
...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 ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 страници
...hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, JIath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not cunquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Oh, Juliet, \vhy art thou so fair ? — Here, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - 418 страници
...lies Juliet. [Breaks open the Tomb.} Oh, 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 flat; is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 482 страници
...will I remain With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest ;7 s beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, .ifm/ death's p*\eflag &c.] So, in Daniel's Complaint of Rosamond, 1594: " And nought respecting death... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 страници
...may I Call this a lightning f9 — 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... | |
 | DR. JOHNSON - 1812 - 480 страници
...palace ! oh my love ! my wife ! Death has had yet no power upon thy beauty ; That is not conquer'd. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks ; And the pale flag is not advanc'd yet there. Why art thou still so fair ? Shall I believe That the lean... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 страници
...how may I Call this a lightning ?— O, my love ! my wife i 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 - 1812 - 414 страници
...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 ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1813 - 416 страници
...palace! oh my love ! my wife ! Death has had yet no pow'r upon thy beauty ; That is not conquer'd. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks ; And the pale flag is not advanc'd yet there. Why art thou still so fair? shall I believe That the lean... | |
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