 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 - 1846 - 574 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 her...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 760 pàgines
...your lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? yio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, — But ܊! _ : k k U § O ] V [ bľ t jʹ W٬ ۊ Ra˭_ Onr shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 578 pàgines
...lave, But 1« concealment, like a worm ¡' the bud, Keed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought i And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like...; but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for Mill we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke . But died thy sister of her love, my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 498 pàgines
...Decks. (3) Denial. Dtike. And what's her history? Yio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love,_ But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed 1 We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove... | |
 | Henry Norman Hudson - 1848 - 360 pàgines
...thought," and closed her tale with those incomparable lines ; — " Was not this love, indeed ? We men say more, swear more ; but, indeed, Our shows are...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love : — " when he discovers this, we do not wonder that his heart becomes as much a captive to her, as... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1849 - 952 pàgines
...should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But Boyet, prepare; 1 will away to-night. King. Madam,...thank you, gradoui lords. For all your fair endeavors 'Decks. Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed,... | |
 | William Mudford - 1849 - 342 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 '!" The sigh that burst from the lips of Agnes, as her eyes dropped and she resumed the fancywork she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 264 pàgines
...do very oft prove fools, and I that I am sure to lack thee, may pass for a wise man.. Clown aI s. 5 Was not this love indeed ? we men may say more, swear...we prove much in our vows, but little in our love.. Viola a.2s.4 •23 When wit and youth is come to harvest, your wife is like to reap a proper man..... | |
 | William Sweetser - 1850 - 456 pàgines
...Shakspeare well depict this secret and wasting form of erotic melancholy : " She never told her love. But let concealment. like a worm i' the bud. feed on her...melancholy. She sat like patience on a monument. Smiling at grief." Concealed erotic melancholy is not rare in those of delicate, susceptive and romantic natures,... | |
 | Pliny Miles - 1850 - 372 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 ? Twelfth Night — Act 2, Sc. 4. SHAKSPEARC. RuiNER. 133. There are more things in heaven and earth,... | |
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