 | William Shakespeare - 1833 - 1140 pagina’s
...love, But let concealment, like a worm " the bud, B'eed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought; . Hark you, sir; You mean not her to Tra. Perhaps,...What have you to do? Pet. Not her that chides, sir, a We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much... | |
 | 1833 - 282 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 ? OR«. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | 1833 - 280 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 ? ORS. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | John Young (M.A.) - 1833 - 328 pagina’s
...her woe, 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." It was no unfrequcnt thing now for Olivia to be left alone, with all the weight of business... | |
 | John Armstrong - 1834 - 1040 pagina’s
...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." A lady had sustained a disappointment, the effects of which she concealed even from her... | |
 | George Crabbe - 1834 - 378 pagina’s
...the later Nights, I think ; but he has fine passages every where. "3 (2) [ '* She pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief."— Twelfth Nigkl.] the public will not forget, whose protection was credit to their author,... | |
 | George Field - 1835 - 310 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 Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. The discord therein resolves itself in " damask," which is the perfect contrast or equivalent... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 pagina’s
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud,1 Feed on her damask cheek : she pinM in thought ; r, I owe you ail dutv. />. John. I We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1837 - 516 pagina’s
...lera, ßut let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek : (he pin'd in tliought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like...patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this lore, indeed ? We men may say more, «wear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will ; for «till... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1837 - 644 pagina’s
...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 These passages not only nurture the female mind with admonitions of the most scrupulous delicacy... | |
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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. 
