 | William Oxberry - 1824 - 384 Seiten
...a species which relieves itself by external sorrow, and loud lamentation ; she never shed a tear, " but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought." Her virtues and her beauty having excited general admiration, the family, after a few years, was prevailed... | |
 | Samuel Richardson - 1824 - 824 Seiten
...prettily repeated those lines : — She never told her 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 oat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Now, chevalier, if you had any design in yonr pointing... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 Seiten
...nevertold her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'thc bud, feed on her damask check : she piu'd those, that trust them ! — I did hear The galloping of horse: who was't came by? Len. 'Tistwoor at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 Seiten
...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. ACT III. JESTER. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; And, to do that well, craves... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 Seiten
...thrones, are all supply'd, and fill'd, (Her sweet perfections) with one self king ! H 3 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)... | |
 | 1829 - 600 Seiten
...Shakspeare, began reading the "Twelfth Night;" but when she came to these lines, She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud. Feed on her damask check. she burst into tears, and instantly left the room. I was surprised at the sudden emotion, and... | |
 | Catherine George Ward - 1824 - 720 Seiten
...but lei concealment, Like a worm i'th' bud, feed on her damask cheek : She pin'd in thought, audwith a green and yellow Melancholy, she sat like Patience on a Monument, smiling at grief." Yet I do shre\tVlly suspect timt the great warrior whom she so cherished and so loved, had... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 518 Seiten
...lut let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, 'eed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; ind, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, >miling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? Ve men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, rar shows... | |
 | Tobias Merton - 1824 - 488 Seiten
...at length, all hung their heads in silent, unavailing melancholy !— the poor coat complained not, "but let concealment like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damaged cheek," — when, one fatal day, two of the best injured of her golden-haired children, fell... | |
 | Tobias Merton (pseud) - 1824 - 480 Seiten
...length, all hung their heads in silent, unavailing melancholy ! — the poor coat complained not, " but let concealment like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damaged cheek," — when, one fatal day, two of the best injured of her golden-haired children, fell... | |
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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. 
