 | William Joseph Battersby - 1833 - 388 halaman
...is on her lips a spirit of life, and' •on her cheek a glow of beauty. " Thou art not conquered ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there." '** While a plank of the vessel sticks together, I will not •leave her — let the courtier present... | |
 | George Field - 1835 - 310 halaman
...attributes, and uses of this colour, the following examples may suffice, in reference to 1. Beauty, &c. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in...cheeks, And Death's pale flag is not advanced there. SHAKSPEARE. To lilmk and beautify the cheek again. IDEM. 2. Joy, &C. See, your guests approach : Address... | |
 | 1835 - 550 halaman
...bloom had not faded from her face, • 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 conquered : beauty's ensign yet IB crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is... | |
 | BIBLIOTHEQUE ANGLO-FRANCAISE - 1836 - 648 halaman
...! 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 «nsign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, Aud death's pale flag is not advanced there.—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 halaman
...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 pale flag is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 halaman
...a careless trifle. 15 — i. 4. 175 O, my love ! my wife ! Death that hath suek'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 halaman
...how may I Call this a lighlning? — 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 conauur'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale fluç is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 82 halaman
...lies Juliet — (L. of the tomb.) — O, my love, my wife, Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. O, Juliet, why art thou yet so fair ?— Here, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 halaman
...a careless trifle. 15 — i. 4. 175 O, my love ! my wife ! Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Why art thou yet so fair ? shall 1 believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 530 halaman
...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...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. — Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favor can I do to thee, Than with that... | |
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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. 
