 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 996 頁
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'tlie bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd Your nephew, late-despised Richard, comes. MOT. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, And in h at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, sweur more : but, indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | 1826 - 638 頁
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 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 544 頁
...confession of her love. Duke. What's her history 1 Viola. 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 - 1826 - 482 頁
...your lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? Vio. 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 - 1826 - 548 頁
...confession of her love. Duke. What's her history? Viola. A blank, my lord: She never told her love, Bnt 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... | |
 | 1827 - 380 頁
...your lordship. ORS. And what 's her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? ORS. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all... | |
 | 1829 - 642 頁
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 | Richard Reece - 1828 - 604 頁
...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...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 頁
...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...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... | |
 | 1984 - 460 頁
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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. 
