 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 196 Seiten
...* 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, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. ir. f " It is a lamentable... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 198 Seiten
...* 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, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. IT. •f " It is a lamentable... | |
 | 1810 - 566 Seiten
...described. She 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.... | |
 | David Irving - 1803 - 266 Seiten
...never told her Fove, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' b«d:, Feed on her damifk cheek : fhe pin'd in thought ;• And with' a green and yellow...melancholy, She fat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. S/taksJ.,earc». Yet fadly it is fung, that fhe in fhades, .' Mildty as morning doves, love's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 Seiten
...: 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, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1802 - 412 Seiten
...never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damaik cheek : flie pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night. What an image is here given ! and what a talk •would it have been for the greateft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 408 Seiten
...Lord: She 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 Seiten
...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, 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,... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 Seiten
...• 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, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. I concur with Mr. Steevens in thinking that the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 Seiten
...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, 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,... | |
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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. 
