 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 1010 pages
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud. Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd { | } ~ at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more: bat, indeed, Oar shows are more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 508 pages
...should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history? / .•". 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... | |
 | 1825 - 450 pages
...for his Lordship an attachment of the tenderest nature ; but, if so, " She never told her love, And let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek." His Lordship deeply deplored that all his efforts to restore this poor girl to her parents should have... | |
 | Mrs. Catherine George Ward Mason - 1825 - 976 pages
..." She never told her lore, But let concealment, like a worm in the bod, Ferd on her damask check ; She pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She lat like patience on a monument Smiling at grief." SlMUSnAU. A MURE considerable and alarming lapse... | |
 | John Mason Good - 1826 - 454 pages
...herself in the Twelfth Night: — She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought;...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, the passion... | |
 | Lynn Redgrave, William Shakespeare - 2001 - 68 pages
...father had a daughter loved a man. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'th'bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought; And,...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too; - and yet I know not... | |
 | 顏元叔 - 2001 - 838 pages
...she never told her 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. Was not this love indeed? Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Viola. I am all... | |
 | Jennifer Mulherin - 2001 - 36 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... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 pages
...should your lordship. / Duke. And what's her history? / Viola. 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, /... | |
 | Joseph Twadell Shipley - 2001 - 688 pages
...Twelfth Night, ii, 4, picturing her own forced restraint to the unsuspecting Duke: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek . . . Hamlet ruminated (iv, 3) on the skull of Yorick: "A man may fish with the worm that hath eat... | |
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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. 
