 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 400 Seiten
...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,...than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but litlle in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 394 Seiten
...hi-i.tr> 7 I'iola. A blank, my hrd : She never told her love, Hut 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. Wat not this love, indeed '( %Ve men may say more, swear more ; but, indeed, Our shows are... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 508 Seiten
...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:...grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swearmore; but, indeed, Our shows are more than will , for still we prove Much in our vows , but liule... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 1008 Seiten
...bud, Feed on bcr damask cheek : she pin'd in thought : And, with a green and yellow melancholy, > DicU hakespeare pro« Much in our vows, but little in our lore. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my bov ? Via.... | |
 | 1843 - 316 Seiten
...sufferings, which to her were sacred. " She never told her wor 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." It was no unfrequent thing, now, for Olivia to be left alone, with all the weight of business... | |
 | Charles F. Ellerman - 1843 - 650 Seiten
...history? Vio. A blank, my lord : she never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bad, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought; And,...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief." Twelfth Nigkt. " CLAUD. Ah, Isabel ! ISAB. What says my brother ? CLAUD. Death's a fearful... | |
 | Charles F. Ellerman - 1844 - 324 Seiten
...history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : 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." Twelfth Night. " CLAUD. Ah, Isabel ! ISAB. What says my brother ? CLAUD. Death's a fearful... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1845 - 490 Seiten
...history ? VIOLA. A blank, my lord, she never told her love : She 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. Wan not this love indeed 1 We men may say more, swear more, but indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | 1841 - 178 Seiten
...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,...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? SHAKSFERE. FRAGMENT. THOU art the wine whose drunkenness is all We can desire, O Love! and happy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1846 - 574 Seiten
...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.9 Was not this love, indeed ? [9] Mr. Theobald supposes this might possibly be borrowed from... | |
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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 pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. 
