...the chamber — I stood in the presence of Death ! — I might indeed have exclaimed with Romeo, " Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath...conquer'd ; Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and ii^ thy cheeks, And Death's pale flag is not advanced there :" but so far from trusting my eyes with...

...shrivelled remains of the old peasant, taking her parchmentcoloured hand, pathetically exclaimed — " O, my love ! my wife ! Death that hath suck'd the...breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art noi conquered — beauty's ensign yet Is crimson on thy lips."— " Beauty ! — no, hang me, if it...

...hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Ha:h 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 :" but so far from trusting my eyes with a second look, I covered my face with my hands and withdrew...

...taking her parchmentcoloured hand, pathetically exclaimed — " O, my IOTB ! my wife ! Death that bath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered — beauty's ensign yet Is crimson on thy lips."— " Beauty ! — no, hang me, if it is...

...taking her parchmentcoloured hand, pathetically exclaimed — " O, my love ! my wife ! Death that Lath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art noc conquered — beauty's ensign yet Is crimson on thy lips."— " Beauty! — no, hang me, if it...

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...shrivelled remains of the old peasant, taking her parchment-coloured hand, pathetically exclaimed— " O, my love ! my wife ! Death that hath suck'd the...Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Thou art not conquered—beauty's ensign yet Is crimson on thy lips."-—• " Beauty !—no, hang me, if it is...

...point of death Have they been merry ? which their keepers call A lightuing before death: O, how may I7 Call this a lightning? — O, my love ! my wife !...honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty8: Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And...

...point of death Have they been merry ? which their keepers call A lightning before death: O, how may I7 Call this a lightning? — O, my love ! my wife !...honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty8: Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And...