 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
 | Lucy McDiarmid - History - 2005 - 546 pages
...question is a moribund Juliet ni Houlihan. "Courage, old land!" he apostrophizes, Thou art not conquered; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks And death's pale flag is not advanced there.68 To quote such a passage at such a time implies that his love has been thwarted, that he cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 2005 - 900 pages
...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, And death's pale flag is not... | |
 | Kenneth Muir - Art - 2005 - 344 pages
...bark; and the legal expressions of term and forfeit correspond to seal and bargain: Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. . . O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest Aiul shalce me yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied... | |
 | Hugh Hunt - Art - 2005 - 228 pages
...had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty s ensign yet Is crimson in thy h'ps and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.' Such passages of word-music are, if you like, a play upon words, a mixture of metaphors, a conceit... | |
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