 | Samuel Richardson - 1824 - 976 pàgines
...never told her love ; But let concealment, lite a worm i' th' 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. Now, chevalier, if you had any design in your pointing to these very pretty lines, I will... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 pàgines
...history? Vio. A blank, my lord: she never told her lovey Hot let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And, with a green audyellow melancholy, She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 518 pàgines
...lut let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, 'eed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; ind, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, >miling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? Ve men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, rar shows... | |
 | Catherine George Ward - 1824 - 720 pàgines
...but lei concealment, Like a worm i'th' bud, feed on her damask cheek : She pin'd in thought, audwith a green and yellow Melancholy, she sat like Patience on a Monument, smiling at grief." Yet I do shre\tVlly suspect timt the great warrior whom she so cherished and so loved, had... | |
 | Thomas Sandwith - 1825 - 244 pàgines
...Shakspeare has done it to the life. " She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ;...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument Smiling at grief." Jealousy is admirably pourtrayed in Othello ; and the despair of Welter has awakened, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 508 pàgines
...history? / .•". A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought ; And,...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, [^provc Our shows... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 1010 pàgines
...history ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud. l y z H y z 7 n o N [ 6 { | } ~ at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more: bat, indeed, Oar shows are more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 996 pàgines
...history ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'tlie bud, Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, Your nephew,...Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, And in h at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, sweur more : but, indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 482 pàgines
...history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ;...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 544 pàgines
...history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the budu, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ;...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief12. Was not this love, indeed? 11 So in the fifth Sonnet of Shakspeare : — ' Which like a... | |
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