 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 - 1838 - 484 pàgines
...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...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 pàgines
...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...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 pale fluç is... | |
 | 1838 - 654 pàgines
...Romeo, 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...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, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 pàgines
...in his 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...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Why art thou yet so fair ? shall 1 believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 82 pàgines
...thee 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...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. O, Juliet, why art thou yet so fair ?— Here, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 530 pàgines
...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 pale flag is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 312 pàgines
...Presence-chamber. 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 ? O, what more favor can I do to thee. Than with that hand that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 340 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 ? O, what more favor can I do to thee» Than with that hand that... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 608 pàgines
...of death, Have they been merry8, which their keepers call A lightning before death : O ! how may I Call this a lightning? — O, my love ! my wife !...beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet 1597, which in the next line reads, " I do defy thy conjuratiotu; " which some editors have preferred,... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 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 that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had yet no power upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquer'd — Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips... | |
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