 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 pàgines
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought j And, with a green and yellow melancholy, . She sat like patience on a monument, 410 Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed f We me:i may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 196 pàgines
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. ir. f " It is a lamentable thing that the cause of Liberty in... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 198 pàgines
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. IT. •f " It is a lamentable thing that the cause of Liberty... | |
 | 1810 - 566 pàgines
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th* bud. Feed on her damask cheak. She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy , She sat, like Patience on a monument Smiling at grief. Twelfth Sight. Grief afifiroaching to distraction. Thou canst not speak of what thoo dost... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 pàgines
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 408 pàgines
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the hud, F*ecd on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, "with a green and yellow melancholy, She . sat like patience oil a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? "We men may say more, swear more: but,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 pàgines
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | Edward Dayes, Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1805 - 422 pàgines
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought,. And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. SHAKESPEARE. Though the above is one of the effects caused by beauty, yet we wish to be understood,... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 pàgines
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. I concur with Mr. Steevens in thinking that the Homeric elucidation of this passage is the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 pàgines
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are... | |
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A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. 
