| Adam Clarke - 1831 - 334 sivua
...in a very affecting manner :— " She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought;...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed 1" If I understand them right, it is in this way, and with this kind of love, that some ascetic or... | |
| 1829 - 510 sivua
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| William Shakespeare - 1831 - 542 sivua
...mv toril : She never told her lovet But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her daraaek us, found with it, which they know to be his character...creature, in resemblance of the mother;— the aff rut this lave, indeed.' We men may »ay more, swear more ; but, Indeed, Our «hows are more than will... | |
| 1828 - 430 sivua
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| Lord Henry Home Kames - 1833 - 518 sivua
...Gentlemen of Verona, Act II. Sc. 7. She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought;...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth-Night, Act II. Sc. 4. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted... | |
| 1833 - 280 sivua
...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,...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,... | |
| 1833 - 282 sivua
...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,...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,... | |
| 1871 - 340 sivua
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| David Irving - 1836 - 432 sivua
...withered leaves on the blast?—Ossian. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought,...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Shakspeare. Yet sadly it is sung, that she in shades, Mildly as mourning doves, love's sorrow... | |
| Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1837 - 644 sivua
...beauty to the moon:' And in another : ' She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pin'd in thought,...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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