 | Adam Clarke - 1831 - 334 Seiten
...in a very 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 a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed 1" If I understand them... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 554 Seiten
...ЫМотт 1 I .•• 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... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1833 - 518 Seiten
...Gentlemen of Verona, Act II. Sc. 7. 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. 4. York. Then, as I said,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1833 - 1140 Seiten
...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 you, sir; You mean not her to Tra. Pe sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more,... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1837 - 644 Seiten
...beauty to the moon:' And in another : ' 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 These passages not only nurture the female mind with... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 Seiten
...history 1 Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the m sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 560 Seiten
...history ? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love3, — 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 - 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 ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Wat not this love, indeed '( %Ve men may say more,... | |
 | 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 ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, ' She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief." It was no unfrequent thing, now, for Olivia to... | |
 | 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: 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. Was not this love indeed? 
