 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 996 Seiten
...history ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'tlie Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, Your nephew,...spend my latter gasp : O, tell me, when my lips d sweur more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 Seiten
...history ? Viola. 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,...Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not thin love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more ; hut, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for... | |
 | 1826 - 372 Seiten
...vol it mpectlng Shcrldan'i arrest. 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." • Compare with this precious gem, Zamora's speech to Rolando, in Scene 1st, Act 3rd, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 544 Seiten
...history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the budu, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ;...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief12. Was not this love, indeed? 11 So in the fifth Sonnet of Shakspeare : — ' Which like a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 548 Seiten
...history ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud11, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ;...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief12. Was not this love, indeed ? 11 So in the fifth Sonnet of Shakspeare : — ' Which like... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 844 Seiten
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought t S ня-еаг morei but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for atill we prove Much in our vows,... | |
 | 1827 - 366 Seiten
...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 404 Seiten
...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 ;...this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; hut, indeed, Oar shows are more than will j for still we prove Much in our vows, hot little m our... | |
 | Samuel Beazley - 1828 - 268 Seiten
...words thy love begin, And ford the dangeroui passage with thy pen. OVID. - this love indeed ? We men say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. SHIKSPEARE. Is spite of all the conventional forms with which the education of youth is loaded, and... | |
 | Montgomery Robert Bartlett - 1828 - 426 Seiten
...made, they are as instantly lost." "She never told her grief, But let concealment, like a worm in the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pin'd in thought....melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief." "The music of Carrol was like the memory of joys thai arc past;—pleasant and mournful... | |
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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. 
