 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 196 pages
...MARTYRS. " 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 pages
...woman, I 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 pages
...affections, 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 pages
...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,... | |
 | Edward Dayes, Edward Wedlake Brayley - 1805 - 422 pages
...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,...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, as distinguishing... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 pages
...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 ? We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 pages
...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 ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 pages
...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 pages
...its 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 426 pages
...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 ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed. Our shows are... | |
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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 pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. 
