 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.  Cymbeline. Romeo and Juliet - Strana 115autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1788Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Shakespeare - 1780 - 336 str.
...Anonjrm. 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. Tybalt, ly'ft thou there in thy bloody fheet ? Oh, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that... | |
 | Samuel Felton - 1787 - 400 str.
...light'ning before death : O, how may I Call this a light'ning? 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 conquered ; beauty's enfign yet Is crimfon in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 558 str.
...breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : 1'hou art not conquei'dj beauty's enfign yet Is ci inn'on in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.— Tybalt, ly'ft thou there in thy bloody meet f i), what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 str.
...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...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Oh Juliet, why art thou yet so fair — heie, here Will I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 str.
...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...cheeks, And death's pale flag is. not advanced there. Oh Juliet, why art thou yet so fair — here, here WiH.I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 str.
...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 not advanced there.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 364 str.
...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 not advanced there.—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 str.
...point of death Have they been merry > which their keepers call A lightning before death : O, how may I Call this a lightning ? — O, my love ! my wife !...death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? * The allusion is to a louvre or turret full of windows by means... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 str.
...point of death, Have they been merry? which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning? — O, my love! my wife! Death,...death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 str.
...merry? which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I Call this a lightning ?9 — O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the...death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that... | |
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