 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 頁
...your lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? Via. 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 j And, with a green and yellow melancholy, . She sat like patience on a monument,... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 198 頁
...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,...Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night, Act II. Sc. IT. •f " It is a lamentable thing that the cause of Liberty in every part of the world... | |
 | 1810 - 566 頁
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th* bud. Feed on her damask cheak. She pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy...like Patience on a monument Smiling at grief. Twelfth Sight. Grief afifiroaching to distraction. Thou canst not speak of what thoo dost not feel; Wert thou... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 346 頁
...Sure, to make traitors bite the dust is " The very climax of injustice ! * 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... | |
 | George Huddesford - 1801 - 196 頁
...Sure, to make traitors bite the dust is " The very climax of injustice ! * 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 頁
...your lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? Via. 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 408 頁
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the hud, F*ecd on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, "with a green and yellow melancholy, She . sat like patience oil a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? "We men may say more, swear more: but,... | |
 | Henry Whitfield - 1804 - 510 頁
...resembling tlie fair maid whom the Bard of Avon has so exquisitely described. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek — . " Or, do you observe with Goldsmith, That the long pomp, the midnight masquerade, With all the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 頁
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 頁
...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... | |
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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. 
