 | 1833 - 280 pages
...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,... | |
 | 1833 - 282 pages
...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 ? OR«. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1833 - 1140 pages
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm " the bud, B'eed on her damask cheek: she pin'd ondello! Gre. Hark you, sir; You mean not her to Tra....Biondello, let's away. Luc. Well begun, Tranio. [Arid vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? I in. I am all the daughters... | |
 | John Young (M.A.) - 1833 - 328 pages
...God, were the repository of the secret of her sufferings, which were sacred. " She never told her woe, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed...melancholy, She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief." It was no unfrequcnt thing now for Olivia to be left alone, with all the weight of business... | |
 | John Armstrong - Anatomy - 1834 - 1040 pages
...own breasts at other times. Shakspeare has finely pourtrayed this character — " 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." A lady had sustained a disappointment, the effects of which she concealed even from her... | |
 | George Field - Color - 1835 - 310 pages
...discernment, as if he theorized in colours, in the following hackneyed passage : — 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 discord therein resolves itself in " damask," which is the perfect contrast or equivalent... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 pages
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud,1 Feed on her damask cheek : she pinM e your brother, I owe you ail dutv. />. John. I vows, but little in our love. Duke, But died thy sister of her love, my boy 1 Vio. I am all the daughters... | |
 | Great Britain - 1850 - 584 pages
...loud lamentation, was for that very reason the more poignant and heart-felt ; she never shed a tear, " but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed...yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument. Her virtues and her beauty having attracted general admiration, the N. s. VOL. xxviii. L family, after... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1838 - 360 pages
...never told her love : She 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,...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 ? VIOLA. I am all the daughters... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 pages
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd 838 vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy * Kin. 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. 
