 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 444 páginas
...Speaking of a maid in love, he says, 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. What an image is here given ! and what a task would it have been for the greatest... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 440 páginas
...now we see why she is represented as sitting <ma hill ofumt, to duigu the scene to be the scu-shor? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our...shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in-our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister ot her love, my boy ? Fro. I am all... | |
 | Modern theatre - 1811 - 372 páginas
...in her hand. Char. (Reading. ) " 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." Bless me ! Captain Crevelt (starting.) I did'nt see you — I was quite absorbed in poor... | |
 | William miller, albemarle street: and james carpenter - 1811 - 438 páginas
...very prettily repeated those lines: -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. ' Now, chevalier, if you had any design in your pointing to these very pretty lines, I will... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 454 páginas
...history? i in. 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;...yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Scene V, WHAT YOU "WILL. 279 Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 460 páginas
...Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love But let concealment, like a worm i' the bnd, I'eed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought • And,...and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monnment, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed,... | |
 | John Philpot Curran - 1811 - 348 páginas
...her— • She never told her lore, "But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, " Feed on her dnmask cheek : she pin'd in thought, " And, with a green..." She sat, like Patience on a monument, " Smiling at grief." SHAKIP^ARE.' Faithful though afflicted — the bloom of youth faded— the neighbours began,... | |
 | John Philpot Curran - 1811 - 354 páginas
...I"»c, B • She never told her love, "Bui let concealment, like a worm i'lhe bud, " Feed on her dnmask cheek : she pin'd in thought, " And, with a green..." She sat, like Patience on a monument, " Smiling at grief." SHAKSPEAHE.* Faithful though afflicted—the bloom of youth faded—the neighbours began,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 434 páginas
...history ? fio.fh. 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...monument, Smiling at grief. ^ Was not this love, indeed ? [9] Mr. Theobald suppose thii might possibly be borrowed from Chaucer. "And her besidis wonder discreetlte... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 436 páginas
...Speaking of a maid in love, he says, 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. What an image is here given ! and what a task would it have been for the greatest... | |
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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. 
