 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.  The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare - Pàgina 294per William Shakespeare - 1826Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare, Michael Henry Rankin - 1841 - 266 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,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Twelfih Night. Act ii Scene 4. OFTEN WON BY TALOCR. Sir Toby. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 400 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,...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 pàgines
...WHAT YOU WILL. »,-.- ' IVhat't her 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...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 pàgines
...your lordship. Duke. And what 's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, — But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud , Feed on...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...repository of the secret of her sufferings, which to her were sacred. " She never told her wor But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 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,...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... | |
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