| William Shakespeare - 1828 - 404 Seiten
...might he, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your Lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? Via. A hlank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the hud, Feed on her damask cheek ; she pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She... | |
| 1828 - 32 Seiten
...Viola." So saying, she read that beautiful passage from ' Twelfth Night.' ' , " 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... | |
| Richard Reece - 1828 - 604 Seiten
...the mind ; such as is so beautifully described by Shakspeare, when he says, — " 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... | |
| 1828 - 646 Seiten
...in insanity. Yet the passion remains 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 pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience... | |
| John S. Skinner - 1828 - 438 Seiten
...sometimes in insanity. Yet the passion remains 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, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on... | |
| Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 414 Seiten
...level as the cannon to his blank, Transports its poisoned shot. Id. 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 damask cheek. Id. To the blank moon Her office they prescribed ; to the* other five Their planetary... | |
| Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 832 Seiten
...level as the cannon to his blank, Transports its poisoned shot. Id, 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 ker damaak cheek. Id. To the liliink moon Her office they prescribed ; to the' other five Their planetary... | |
| Frederick William N. Bayley - 1830 - 754 Seiten
...occur " While I was living in the Western Isles." •rn CHAPTER XV. THE DESERTED. " 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, " Sat, like patience... | |
| Henry Neele - 1830 - 582 Seiten
...exquisite paraphrase, in which the character is so beautifully summed up : — " 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... | |
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