 | David Irving - 1821 - 336 pagina’s
...lov*, 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. Slukipeari. Yet . ,,.Ytt sadly it i*«ui»g, that sue hi shades, Mildly as mourning doves,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1822 - 446 pagina’s
...history? 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...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much... | |
 | 1825
...her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'thc 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—." My remarks have hitherto been confined to Shakspeare's tragedies; but it is fair to retort... | |
 | 1822 - 714 pagina’s
...and which was taken by the compositor for " 11." 2. TWELFTH NIGHT. — — " She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument Smiling at grief." All the exertions of criticism, sculpture, and painting, have been displayed he says, might... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 474 pagina’s
...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...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 984 pagina’s
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought ; seeking you; But there's no remedy ; I shall answer...do ? Now my necessity * Of. Come, Sir, away. Ant ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, (prove Our shows are more than will ; for still we... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 380 pagina’s
...ller love, But let concealment, like a worm \ 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.9 Was not this love, indeed ? [9] Mr. Theobald supposes this might possibly be borrowed from... | |
 | 1823 - 878 pagina’s
...let concealment, like a worm i' th' bod, Zz Feed 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. Twelfth Night, Act. ¡i. sc. 6. " There is a joy in grief when peace dwells with " the sorrowful.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 pagina’s
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i'thc bud, feed on her damask check : she piu'd in thought, trust them ! — I did hear The galloping of horse:...Len. 'Tistwoorthree,mylord,thatbringyou word, Macdu We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 492 pagina’s
...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...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will, for still we prove -Vluch... | |
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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 pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. 
