 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.  The baronet's family - Pagina 112door Anne Beale - 1852Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
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...love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' 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? Viola — TN II.iv Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief,... | |
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...love, But let concealment, like 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. Was not this love indeed? Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows,... | |
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