 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 414 pàgines
...told her love;' But let '-oncealment, like a worm i' the bud Feed on her datnask cheek ; she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument smiling at grief. SHAISPEARE. THE secret by her tongue concealed, Her fading charms declare,... | |
 | Frederic William Naylor Bayley - 1830 - 1388 pàgines
...XV. THE DESERTED. " 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 with a green and yellow melancholy, " Sat, like patience on a monument, smiling at grief." Shakespeare. A BRITISH West India colony is... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1830 - 492 pàgines
...-She never told her love : Bat let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : the pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night, act 2. ic. 6. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great... | |
 | Henry Neele - 1830 - 582 pàgines
...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." Of Shakspeare's Comic Female Characters, it will be sufficient to... | |
 | Adam Clarke - 1831 - 334 pàgines
...affecting manner :— " 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 with...green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed 1" If I understand them right, it is in this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 542 pàgines
...mv toril : She never told her lovet But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her daraaek us, found with it, which they know to be his character : — the majesty of the creature, in on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was rut this lave, indeed.' We men may »ay more, swear more ; but,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 554 pàgines
....•• A blank, my lord : She never told her Ion, 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, I She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? I We men may say... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb - 1831 - 398 pàgines
...never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in the bud, prey 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." The duke inquired if this lady died of her love, but to this question... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1833 - 1140 pàgines
...II. Via. A blank, my lord: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm " the bud, B'eed he you mean ? Tra. Even he. Biondello! Gre. Hark...sir; You mean not her to Tra. Perhaps, him and her on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed,... | |
 | 1833 - 282 pàgines
...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. Was not this love, indeed ? OR«. But died thy sister of her love,... | |
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A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i... 
