 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 532 Seiten
...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? We men may say more, swear more : hut, indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1815 - 748 Seiten
...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, Smiiing at grief. She sat likepatience on a monument, Smiling at grief.] . Mr. Theobald supposes this... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1816 - 308 Seiten
...My father had a daughter loved a man, as I perhaps, were I a woman, should love your lordship.1' " And what is her history?" said Orsino. "A blank, my...Patience on a monument, smiling at grief." The duke enquired if this lady died of her love, but to this question Viola returned an evasive answer ; as... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1816 - 452 Seiten
...Ge'ttlemen of Verma, Act H St. ty. -She never told her love ; 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. T-welfih-Xight, Act II. Sc.6. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted... | |
 | 1816 - 612 Seiten
...never told her love, Bntlet 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? " Common-place as this quotation may appear, it sets the copy... | |
 | 1829 - 1008 Seiten
...lord ! She never told her lore, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her .1 HIM-!, cheek: she pined in thought, And, with a green and...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Was not this love indeed?" The sigh that burst from the lips of Agnes, as her eyes dropped,... | |
 | Henry Home (lord Kames.), Lord Henry Home Kames - 1817 - 532 Seiten
...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. Twelfth-Night, Act II. Sc. 4. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 Seiten
...never told her love : She let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Prey 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 shews are more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 358 Seiten
...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 ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are... | |
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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. 
