 | Samuel Whyte - 1792 - 434 pagina’s
...THOMSON. - She never told her love ; Bat let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud, Feed on her damafk cheek : She pin'd in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat, like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at Grief. SHAKSPEARE'S TWELFTH NH:IIJ . Peace, Peace, Virgin!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 446 pagina’s
...3. fhould your lordfhip. Duki. And what's her hiftory ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damafk cheek : fhe pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like patience... | |
 | John Walker - 1799 - 438 pagina’s
...Melancholy defcribed. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'th'bud, Feed on her damalk cheek. She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She fat like Patience on a monument ' Smiling at grief. Ibid. Twelfth Night. Penjtve foreboding. My mother... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 196 pagina’s
...my brown-damask jowl : * " Nor me shall scare restrictive laws " From toasting Freedom's desp'raie cause, f " Exil'd France, Switzerland, and Poland,...monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. ir. f " It is a lamentable thing that the cause of Liberty in every part of the world is desperate.... | |
 | 1810 - 566 pagina’s
...described. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th* bud. Feed on her damask cheak. She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow...like Patience on a monument Smiling at grief. Twelfth Sight. Grief afifiroaching to distraction. Thou canst not speak of what thoo dost not feel; Wert thou... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 pagina’s
...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? Via. A blank, my lord : 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. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 408 pagina’s
...history? Vio. A blank, my Lord: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the hud, F*ecd on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And,...green and yellow melancholy, She . sat like patience oil a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? "We men may say more, swear more: but,... | |
 | Henry Whitfield - 1804 - 510 pagina’s
...affections, resembling tlie fair maid whom the Bard of Avon has so exquisitely described. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek — . " Or, do you observe with Goldsmith, That the long pomp, the midnight masquerade, With all the... | |
 | Edward Dayes, Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1805 - 432 pagina’s
...its continuance be long, is accompanied with melancholy, and a silent sadness. • 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. SHAKESPEARE. Though the above is one of the effects caused by beauty, yet we wish to be understood,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 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... | |
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