my Wife, Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy Beautie : Thou art not conquer'd : Beauties ensigne yet Is Crymson in thy lips, and in thy cheekes, And Deaths pale flag is not advanced there. Tybalt, ly'st thou there... Dramatic Works of Shakespeare - Strana 383autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1883Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
| William Shakespeare - 1858 - 752 str.
...before death: Oh ! how may I Call this a lightning ?—Oh, 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... | |
| Charles Lamb - 1859 - 518 str.
...lightning before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning?—0, 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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1861 - 914 str.
...before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning !—O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd an are both broke loose. Beaten the maids a-row,* and b beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And... | |
| William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1862 - 540 str.
...before death : 0, 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... | |
| Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - 692 str.
...still he loves, still longs for, me. ROMEO f~^\ MY love! my wife! M. ARNOLD death, that hath suck'd 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... | |
| Kenneth Muir - 2002 - 224 str.
...black-brow'd night' (1n, ii, 20); and in the last scene of all Romeo declares: Deat h, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:... ... Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous; And that the lean abhorred monster... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1967 - 280 str.
...lightning before death. O how may I 90 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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1967 - 308 str.
...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 Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's... | |
| Hugh Kenner - 1973 - 628 str.
...some of the vibrations.” Shakespeare time and again does the impossible: 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... | |
| Joseph Allen Bryant - 1986 - 300 str.
...exclamation of Romeo at the tomb of a presumably dead Juliet: 0 my love, my wife, Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou are not conquer'd, beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's... | |
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