 | John S. Skinner - 1828 - 438 páginas
...latent in the bosom of the sufferer ' 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 " The passion, corroding invariably, like intense grief from any other cause, undermines the... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 páginas
...history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her lore, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought...still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our lore. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Kio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | Adam Clarke - 1831 - 334 páginas
...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;...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed 1" If I understand them right, it is in this way, and with this kind of love, that some ascetic or... | |
 | 1829 - 510 páginas
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 | 1828 - 430 páginas
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 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 542 páginas
...mv toril : She never told her lovet But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her daraaek us, found with it, which they know to be his character...creature, in resemblance of the mother;— the aff rut this lave, indeed.' We men may »ay more, swear more ; but, Indeed, Our «hows are more than will... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1833 - 518 páginas
...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;...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth-Night, Act II. Sc. 4. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted... | |
 | 1833 - 280 páginas
...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 ? ORS. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | 1833 - 282 páginas
...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 ? OR«. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | 1871 - 340 páginas
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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. 
