 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Počet stránok 482
...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 ; 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 - 1826 - Počet stránok 996
...history ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'tlie Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, Your nephew, late-despised Richard, comes. MOT. Direct mi sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Počet stránok 544
...history 1 Viola. 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 - 1826 - Počet stránok 548
...history? Viola. A blank, my lord: She never told her love, Bnt 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,... | |
 | John S. Skinner - 1828 - Počet stránok 438
...latent in the bosom of the sufferer ' 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 " The passion, corroding invariably, like intense... | |
 | Montgomery Robert Bartlett - 1828 - Počet stránok 426
...made, they are as instantly lost." "She never told her grief, But let concealment, like a worm in 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." "The music of Carrol was like the memory of joys... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - Počet stránok 404
...history ? Via. A hlank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the hud, 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, George Steevens - 1829 - Počet stránok 506
...history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her lore, 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, William Harness - 1830 - Počet stránok 444
...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 ; 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,... | |
 | Frederick William N. Bayley - 1830 - Počet stránok 754
...•rn CHAPTER XV. THE DESERTED. " 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, " Sat, like patience on a monument, smiling at grief." Shakespeare. A BRITISH West India colony is... | |
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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. Was not this love indeed? 
