| William Shakespeare - 1798 - 452 sider
...lightning before death : O, how may I Dall 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 : fhou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet . Is crimfbn in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's... | |
| David Garrick - 1798 - 318 sider
...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 art not conquer'd, beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is... | |
| David Garrick - 1798 - 318 sider
...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 art not conqner'd, beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 sider
...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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1800 - 364 sider
...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... | |
| 1817 - 552 sider
...pathetically exclaimed — " O, my love! my wife! Death that hath suek'd the honey of thy breath, Kml, had no power yet upon thy beauty, Thou art not conquered — beauty's enugn yet It crimaon on thy lips."— voL. lit. f * Beauty!— no, hang mt, if it istho'a A vaunt,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 sider
...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 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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 sider
...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 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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 sider
...before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning ?9 — 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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 sider
...before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning?9 — 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... | |
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