 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. Winter's tale - Pagina 43door William Shakespeare - 1788Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | George Daniel, John Cumberland - 1826 - 338 pagina’s
...they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were 1 a woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's...history? Via. A blank, my lord : she never told her lore, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ;... | |
 | 1826 - 320 pagina’s
...women to men may owe : In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's h'er history? VlOi A blank, my lord : she never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, Feed on... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 pagina’s
...feeling than all this, it is Viola's confession of her love. Duke. What's her history ? Viola. A hlank, my lord: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the hud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She... | |
 | 1827 - 366 pagina’s
...As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. ORS. And what 's her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 844 pagina’s
...fio. Too well what love women to men may owe: In faith, they arc us true of heart as we. My father bad C % ʎlb Q w I | fluke. And what's her history? fío. Л blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment,... | |
 | 1828 - 32 pagina’s
...Viola." So saying, she read that beautiful passage from ' Twelfth Night.' ' , " 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... | |
 | Richard Reece - 1828 - 604 pagina’s
...the mind ; such as is so beautifully described by Shakspeare, when he says, — " 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 404 pagina’s
...: " In faith they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter lov'da man, As it might he, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your Lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? Via. A hlank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the hud, Feed on her... | |
 | 1828 - 646 pagina’s
...in insanity. Yet the passion remains latent in the bosom of the sufferer, — " 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... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 414 pagina’s
...level as the cannon to his blank, Transports its poisoned shot. Id. DUKE. And what's her history. Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let...like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. Id. To the blank moon Her office they prescribed ; to the* other five Their planetary motions. Milton,... | |
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