 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 páginas
...nevertold her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'thc bud, feed on her damask check : she piu'd in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy,...are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister oi'her love, my boy? Via. I am all the daughters... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 páginas
...like a worm i'the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And, with a green audyellow melancholy, She sat, like patience on a monument,...are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. lam all the daughters... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 508 páginas
...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,...indeed : We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, [^provc Our shows are more than will ; for still we Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke.... | |
 | 1826 - 320 páginas
...h'er history? VlOi 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...are more than will : for still we prove Much in our vows, but liltle in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 482 páginas
...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,...are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters... | |
 | 1827 - 366 páginas
...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 concealment,...monument Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? ORS. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | Richard Reece - 1828 - 604 páginas
...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,...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief." When long continued, it constitutes grief: when diversified by alternate agonising sensations... | |
 | 1828 - 32 páginas
...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,...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief." •As she turned over the leaves hastily, a piece of paper fell upon the floor. Edward stooped... | |
 | 1828 - 646 páginas
...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,...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. The passion, corroding invariably, like intense grief from any other cause, undermines the... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 páginas
...never told her lore, 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,...are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our lore. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Kio. I am all the daughters... | |
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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. 
