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. Characters of Shakespear's Plays - Strana 151autor/autoři: William Hazlitt - 1817 - 352 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
| William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 str.
...Lightning before Death ? O how may I Call this a Lightning ? O my Love, my Wife, Death that hath fuckt the Honey of thy Breath, Hath had no Power yet upon thy Beauty: Thou art not Conquer'd, Beauties Enfign yet Is Crimfon in thy Lips, and in thy Cheeks, And Death's pale Flag is not advanced... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 str.
...Breath* Hnh had no Power yet i pon 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 not advanced there. Tjbalt, ly'ft thou there in thy bloody Sheet? O what more Favour can I do to thee, Then with that Hand... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 str.
...Ha:h had m power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not ronquer'd ; beauty's cnfign yet - ; Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'ft rhou there in thy bloody (heet? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee. Than wirh that hand, that... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 str.
...I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave. For here lyes Juhet Oh, my love, my wife f Death that hath fuckt 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 not advanced there.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1752 - 268 str.
...Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty i . . Thou art not conquer'di beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'ft thou there in khy bloody fbeet ? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 str.
...before Death. s O, how may I Call this a Lightning ! — Oh my love, my wife ! Death, that hath fuckt 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 not advanced there.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 str.
...Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty, -, Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enfign yet '•' Iscnmfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, ,'„' And death's pale flag is not advanced there..... , \,,. )t Tybalt, ly'ft thou there in thy bloody fheet ? •=', Oh, what more favour can I do to thc.e,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 str.
...Call this a lightning ! Oh my love, my wife !' Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's enfign yet h crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'it thou there in thy bloody meet ? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee, 1 han with that hand,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 str.
...lightning before death. U, 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 i'rim on m thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And Death's pale flag is not advanced there.... | |
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