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. The Plays of Shakespeare - Página 210de William Shakespeare - 1858 - 40 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | 1865
...impatient äs I am." Tlie Chronicles of Ireland. Holinshed. Romeo. — O, my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there — Act 5 Scene 3. Aexrgov «#««, Kvfregeia, TO oov roSe rexpos AScovis ' Kai rtxve tov Kakos ean,... | |
 | Diana E. Henderson - 1995 - 279 páginas
...of love haunt the play's tragic climax, as Romeo prepares to die: ... O my love, my wife, Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had no power...cheeks, And Death's pale flag is not advanced there. . . . Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace! And lips, O you The doors of breath, seal... | |
 | Joe Calarco - 1999 - 77 páginas
...death. O how may I Call this a lightning? (He kneels next to Student 2.) O my love, my wife, Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had no power...cheeks, And Death's pale flag is not advanced there. Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial Death is amorous, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1280 páginas
...lightning before death: O. how may I Call this a lightning? О my love! my wife! Death, that hath suckt ERLAND. Alas, sweet wife, my honour is at pawn; And,...notliing can redeem it. LADY PERCY. O, yet, for God's O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his... | |
 | Nicholas Brooke - 2005 - 232 páginas
...call A lightning 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...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. (V. iii. 88-96) Earlier, the hint of death emerged from images of desire; here the hints of sexual... | |
 | Donegan Smith - 2007 - 76 páginas
...call A lightning 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...there. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain To sunder his... | |
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