 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 pages
...history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her lore, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought...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 of my father's house,... | |
 | Adam Clarke - God - 1831 - 334 pages
...in a very affecting manner :— " She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought;...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed 1" If I understand them right, it is in this way, and with this kind of love, that some ascetic or... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 542 pages
...mv toril : She never told her lovet But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her daraaek us, found with it, which they know to be his character...creature, in resemblance of the mother;— the aff rut this lave, indeed.' We men may »ay more, swear more ; but, Indeed, Our «hows are more than will... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - Criticism - 1833 - 518 pages
...Gentlemen of Verona, Act II. Sc. 7. She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought;...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth-Night, Act II. Sc. 4. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted... | |
 | 1833 - 280 pages
...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,...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
...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,...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,... | |
 | David Irving - English language - 1836 - 432 pages
...withered leaves on the blast?—Ossian. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought,...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Shakspeare. Yet sadly it is sung, that she in shades, Mildly as mourning doves, love's sorrow... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - Periodicals - 1837 - 644 pages
...beauty to the moon:' And in another : ' She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pin'd in thought,...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief These passages not only nurture the female mind with admonitions of the most scrupulous delicacy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 790 pages
...Feed on her damask cheek : she piu'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She eat like e. Oli. Then lead the way, fcood father; And heavens...act of mine ! ' Exeunt Sem l TWELFTH NIGHT. ACT V. ; lor still we prove MIH-II in our utv. . but little in our lote. ])itke. But died thy sister of her... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Michael Henry Rankin - 1841 - 266 pages
...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,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Twelfih Night. Act ii Scene 4. OFTEN WON BY TALOCR. Sir Toby. Why then, build me thy fortunes upon... | |
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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 pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. 
