 | Charles Gildon - 1718 - 394 pagine
...Hiftory ? Via. A blank, my Ldrd: She never told her 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 fate like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at Grief. Was not this Love indeed ? . , We Men may fay... | |
 | Samuel Richardson - 1754 - 696 pagine
...lines : She never told her love; ' But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damajk cheek : She pin'd in thought • And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Now, Chevalier, if you had any defign in your... | |
 | Samuel Whyte - 1792 - 434 pagine
...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,... | |
 | John Walker - 1799 - 438 pagine
...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... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 346 pagine
...very climax of injustice ! * She never told 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 Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. iv. BUBBLE AND SQUEAK.... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 196 pagine
...very climax of injustice ! * She never told 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 Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. ir. f " It is a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 pagine
...history ? Via. 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; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 408 pagine
...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, "with a green and yellow melancholy, She . sat like patience oil a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? "We men may say... | |
 | Edward Dayes, Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1805 - 422 pagine
...melancholy, and a silent sadness. She never told 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 Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. SHAKESPEARE. Though the above is one of the... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 pagine
...P. 216.— 47.— 76. Via. • She never told 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 patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. I concur with Mr. Steevens in thinking that... | |
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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. 
