 | Anthologia Anglica - 1873 - 512 str.
...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,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Twelfth Night, ii. 4. XXIX. WORTH v. BIRTH. (King loq.) STRANGE is it that our bloods, Of colour, weight,... | |
 | F. Taverner Graham - 1874 - 224 str.
...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,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. —Twelfth Night. Both similes here require the faster time. In the next example the simile begins... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 str.
...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,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. SHAKESPEARE. DOROTHY IN THE GARRET. IN the low-raftered garret, stooping Carefully over the creaking... | |
 | Eugen Kölbing, Johannes Hoops, Arthur Kölbing, Reinald Hoops, Albert Wagner - 1899 - 494 str.
...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...indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but indeed Üur shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. So schwach... | |
 | Alfred Roffe - 1878 - 146 str.
...it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. DUKE. And what's her history ? VIOLA. A blank, my lord : she never told her love, But let...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love." Portions of the above-quoted celebrated speech of Viola have been set to music upon, at all events... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1878 - 560 str.
...history ? Viola. A Uank, my lord ; she never told her lovv : She let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought,...are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our TOWS, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Viola. I am all the daughters... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1878 - 802 str.
...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,...love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but, inueed. Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but litlle in our love.... | |
 | Charles Cowden Clarke, Mary Cowden Clarke - 1879 - 884 str.
...Where love is thron'd. — Thou dost speak masterly.— Tw. N., ii. 4. And what 's her history ? — . A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? — Ibid., ii. 2. What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, / 'd have you do... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1880 - 582 str.
...bear me, And that I owe Olivia. Via. — Ay, but I know, — Duke. — What dost thou know ? Vio. — Too well what love women to men may owe : In faith,...Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove i Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. — But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1880 - 668 str.
...not show their love. Luc. O, they love least that let men know their love. Т. в., 1 : 3. 49. Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. T. jr., II: 4. 661. — Course never smooth. Ly>. Ah me! for aught that I could ever Yead, Could ever... | |
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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 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... 
