 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.  Twelfth Night Or: What You Will - Strana 50autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1901 - 153 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1810 - 566 str.
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th* bud. Feed on her damask cheak. She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy , She sat, like Patience on a monument Smiling at grief. Twelfth Sight. Grief afifiroaching to distraction. Thou canst not speak of what thoo dost... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 198 str.
...Sure, to make traitors bite the dust is " The 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... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 196 str.
...Sure, to make traitors bite the dust is " The 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 str.
...should your lordship. Duke. And what's her 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... | |
 | Henry Whitfield - 1804 - 510 str.
...resembling tlie fair maid whom the Bard of Avon has so exquisitely described. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek — . " Or, do you observe with Goldsmith, That the long pomp, the midnight masquerade, With all the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 408 str.
...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 more, swear more: but,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 522 str.
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the hud,6 Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ;7 And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like...monument, Smiling at grief.' Was not this love indeed? " Then let the pehhles on the hungry heach " Fillip the stars — ." Steevens. s • Kkt: a worm i'... | |
 | Edward Dayes, Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1805 - 422 str.
...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 effects caused by beauty, yet we wish to be understood,... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 str.
...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 the Homeric elucidation of this passage is the... | |
 | Edward Dayes, Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1805 - 432 str.
...continuance be long, is accompanied with 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... | |
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