 | Richard Reece - 1828 - 604 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, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief." When long continued, it constitutes grief: when diversified by alternate agonising sensations... | |
 | 1828 - 32 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, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief." •As she turned over the leaves hastily, a piece of paper fell upon the floor. Edward stooped... | |
 | 1828 - 646 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, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. The passion, corroding invariably, like intense grief from any other cause, undermines the... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 pàgines
...: She never told her lore, 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, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are... | |
 | 1829 - 470 pàgines
...never told her love ; Hut let concealment, like a worm ii the bud Feed on her damask cheek ; she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument smiling at grief. I. THE secret by her tongue concealed, Her fading charms declare, And what by words is unrevealed,... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 414 pàgines
...told her love;' But let '-oncealment, like a worm i' the bud Feed on her datnask cheek ; she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument smiling at grief. SHAISPEARE. THE secret by her tongue concealed, Her fading charms declare, And what by words... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1830 - 492 pàgines
...-She never told her love : Bat let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : the pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night, act 2. ic. 6. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted... | |
 | Henry Neele - 1830 - 582 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, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief." Of Shakspeare's Comic Female Characters, it will be sufficient to adduce two, Rosalind and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 542 pàgines
...: She never told her lovet But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her daraaek cheek : d with it, which they know to be his character : —...majesty of the creature, in resemblance of the moth at grief. Was rut this lave, indeed.' We men may »ay more, swear more ; but, Indeed, Our «hows are... | |
 | Adam Clarke - 1831 - 334 pàgines
..." 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 right, it is in this way, and with this... | |
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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 pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. 
