 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 984 pagina’s
...her history ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the 1 know him well. Ant. I must obey. — This comes...; I shall answer it. What will you do ? Now my ne at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, (prove Our shows... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 474 pagina’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: she pin'd in thought;...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 more... | |
 | Thomas Byerley - 1823 - 528 pagina’s
...the melancholy cause of Ъer demise." " No doubt," interrupted the youth with the blue cravat, " ' And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument,' As Ben Jonson says. Egad ! I thought I should whip in something at last."— The guide looked a reproof... | |
 | 1823 - 494 pagina’s
...denotes the melancholy cause of her demise." " No doubt," interrupted the youth with the blue cravat, " ' And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument,' As Ben Jonson says. Egad ! I thought I should whip in something at last." — The guide looked a reproof... | |
 | 1835 - 426 pagina’s
...night or day, could iind my way Blind- told to the main top bowltug.' — DIBDIN. " She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damnsk cheek." — SIIAKSPEARE. While at St. Andrew's, in North America, Captain M'Intyre, of the merchant... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 pagina’s
...thrones, are all supply'd, and fill'd, (Her sweet perfections) with one self king ! H 3 She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,...melancholy, She sat, (like patience on a monument) Smiling at grief. Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 pagina’s
...grave, To 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;...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. ACT III. JESTER. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; And, to do that well, craves... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 pagina’s
...nevertold her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'thc bud, feed on her damask check : she piu'd those, that trust them ! — I did hear The galloping of horse: who was't came by? Len. 'Tistwoor at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | Samuel Richardson - 1824 - 976 pagina’s
...never told her love ; But let concealment, lite a worm i' th' 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. Now, chevalier, if you had any design in your pointing to these very pretty lines, I will... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 492 pagina’s
...woman, I should your lordship. 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 : she pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling... | |
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