 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 - 1895 - 153 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | George John Freeman - 464 str.
...than Pompey's.' In others . two things are compared in reference to a third. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud Feed on her damask cheek. Here ' concealment' is likened to * a worm in the bud,' but the aptness of the comparison can appear... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1815 - 748 str.
...may be : whichever may chance to come, of whatever size or degree. B. Vio, 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, Smiiing... | |
 | 1814 - 680 str.
...passion, as is excited by the purer sentiment of Shake*peare's heroine, who " never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek "? These are some of the sources of modern superiority. Tbeie, glowing in the rapid fervour of Byron,... | |
 | 1816 - 612 str.
...never told her love, Bntlet concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And with a green and yellow melancholy...monument Smiling at grief — Was not this love, indeed? " Common-place as this quotation may appear, it sets the copy at a great distance from its original... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1816 - 452 str.
...Ge'ttlemen of Verma, Act H St. ty. -She never told her love ; 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. T-welfih-Xight, Act II. Sc.6. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 str.
...never told her love : She let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Prey on her damask cheek, she pin'd in thought. And with a green and yellow melancholy,...? We men may say more, swear more, but indeed, Our shews are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1817 - 360 str.
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm Г the bud, Feed on her damask check : she pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.9 Was not this love, indeed ? (9] Mr Theobald suppôts this might possibly be borrowed from... | |
 | Henry Home (lord Kames.), Lord Henry Home Kames - 1817 - 532 str.
...turmoil, A blessed soul doth in Elysium. Two 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; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling... | |
 | 1830 - 504 str.
...a virtuous man can possess, or can covet. — ArntU. ALICE MORRISON. '' She nerer told her 'tale,' But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek." "NAT, do not indulge in this sad anticipation, dear Nurse, else you will a sad and clouded brow then,"... | |
 | 1829 - 1008 str.
...your lordship. Duke. And what's her history " 13 Viola. A blank, my lord ! She never told her lore, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her .1 HIM-!, cheek: she pined in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience... | |
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