 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.  Littell's Living Age - Page 2861902Full view - About this book
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...He has come as Death to a different kind of banquet and he brings a different kind of death whereby Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson...cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. (v, iii, 94-5) But the triumph of the lovers in their death cannot hinge on the feeling of this scene... | |
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...light'ning before death. O how may I 90 Call this a light'ning? 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, 95 And death's pale flag is... | |
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