 | Catherine George Ward - 1824 - 720 str.
...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... | |
 | Thomas Sandwith - 1825 - 244 str.
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' 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." Jealousy is admirably pourtrayed in Othello ; and the despair of Welter has awakened,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 508 str.
...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, swear more : but, indeed, [^provc... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 1010 str.
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud. Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more: bat, indeed, Oar shows... | |
 | John Mason Good - 1826 - 454 str.
...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 sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. * Sublime and Beautiful, part iv. sec. 3. Cause of Pain and Fear. At other times,... | |
 | 1826 - 372 str.
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i 'th ' 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." • Compare with this precious gem, Zamora's speech to Rolando, in Scene 1st, Act... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 996 str.
...love, But let concealment, like a worm i'tlie bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; late-despised Richard, comes. MOT. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, sweur more : but, indeed, Our shows... | |
 | 1826 - 320 str.
...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. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 482 str.
...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, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 544 str.
...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, swear more ; bat, indeed, Our shows... | |
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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. 
