 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.  Cymbeline. Romeo and Juliet - Pàgina 115per William Shakespeare - 1788Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare - 1780 - 336 pàgines
...Anonjrm. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd : beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'ft thou there in thy bloody fheet ? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that... | |
 | Samuel Felton - 1787 - 400 pàgines
...light'ning before death : O, how may I Call this a light'ning? O, my love ! my wife ! Death that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquered ; beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 pàgines
...breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : 1'hou art not conquei'dj beauty's enfign yet Is ci inn'on in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.— Tybalt, ly'ft thou there in thy bloody meet f i), what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 pàgines
...triumphant grave, For here lies Juliet — Oh my love, my wife ! Death that hath suckt the honey of my breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty; Thou...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Oh Juliet, why art thou yet so fair — heie, here Will I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 pàgines
...that hath suckt the honey of my breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty; Thou art not conqner'd, beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in...cheeks, And death's pale flag is. not advanced there. Oh Juliet, why art thou yet so fair — here, here WiH.I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 pàgines
...before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning ? — O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 364 pàgines
...before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning ? — O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 pàgines
...point of death Have they been merry > which their keepers call A lightning before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning ? — O, my love ! my wife !...death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? * The allusion is to a louvre or turret full of windows by means... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pàgines
...point of death, Have they been merry? which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning? — O, my love! my wife! Death,...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 hand that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pàgines
...merry? which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning ?9 — O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the...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 hand that... | |
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