 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.  Calendar - Page 519by University of Calcutta - 1908Full view - About this book
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...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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...lightning 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 95 Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And Death's pale... | |
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...allowed so will Berlioz's smooth transition. Romeo addresses Juliet: a long melody in C sharp minor - 'O my love, my wife, / Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath / Hath no power yet upon thy beauty' (V.iii.91-115); he drinks the poison (pause, bar 68), kisses her (rests,... | |
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