 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
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 pages
...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...breath, 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pages
...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 thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 82 pages
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 pages
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 530 pages
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 312 pages
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 340 pages
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 606 pages
...merry8, 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...breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet 1 597) which in the next line reads, " I do defy thy conjuration!;... | |
 | Forbes Benignus Winslow - 1842 - 32 pages
...exquisite effect this phenomenon. In Romeo's lamentation over the fate of Juliet he exclaims — " О my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power at all upon thy beauty ; Thou art not conquered ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in... | |
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