 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
 | Anne Powling, John O'Connor, Geoff Barton - Juvenile Nonfiction - 1997 - 164 pages
...body. Then he enters the monument and sees Juliet, who has not yet awoken from her drugged sleep: 0 my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey...thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. At night, Paris visits the Capulet family monument to put flowers upon Juliet's body; but his arrival... | |
 | Joe Calarco - Drama - 1999 - 84 pages
...keepers call A lightning before death. O how may I Call this a lightning? (He kneels next to Student 2.) 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... | |
 | Dic Edwards - Drama - 1998 - 164 pages
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 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 1998 - 290 pages
...lightning before death. O how may I so Cali 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... | |
 | Geoff Barton - Juvenile Nonfiction - 1998 - 132 pages
...up as if to ask 'why?' then back down at his love. ROMEO O my love, my wife! Death that hath sucked the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Romeo is drawing the veil from Juliet's face. CUT TO: Romeo's face, this time tears clearly swelling... | |
 | Louis A. Ruprecht - Philosophy - 1999 - 208 pages
...This Romeo has learned, in perhaps his best, and final, poem. It is love which has taught it to him. O my love, my wife! Death that hath suck'd the honey...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... | |
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