 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 760 Seiten
...history ? yio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, — But let concealment, like a worm i' the e 1 sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 726 Seiten
...history ? Vw. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, — But let concealment, like a worm i' the of his qualities. Things base and vil'd, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form nnd digni sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 498 Seiten
...history? Yio. 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. Was not this love, indeed 1 We men may say more,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1849 - 952 Seiten
...her history? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the t. King. Madam, not so ; I do beseech you, stay. Pritt. Prepare, I say. — I thank you, gradoui l sat like patience on a monument, 'Decks. Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say... | |
 | William Sweetser - 1850 - 456 Seiten
...wasting form of erotic melancholy : " 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." Concealed erotic melancholy is not rare in those... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 Seiten
...weep there. , CONCEALED LOVE. • 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. ACT III. JESTER. This fellow's wise enough to play... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 622 Seiten
...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 : 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 500 Seiten
...history ? Via. 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. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more,... | |
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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? 
