 | Modern theatre - 1811 - 372 psl.
...in her hand. Char. (Reading. ) " 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." Bless me ! Captain Crevelt (starting.) I did'nt see you I was quite absorbed in poor... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 454 psl.
...history? i in. 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;...yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Scene V, WHAT YOU "WILL. 279 Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 460 psl.
...Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love But let concealment, like a worm i' the bnd, I'eed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought And,...and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monnment, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed,... | |
 | John Philpot Curran - 1811 - 354 psl.
...I"»c, B She never told her love, "Bui let concealment, like a worm i'lhe bud, " Feed on her dnmask cheek : she pin'd in thought, " And, with a green..." She sat, like Patience on a monument, " Smiling at grief." SHAKSPEAHE.* Faithful though afflictedthe bloom of youth fadedthe neighbours began,... | |
 | John Philpot Curran - 1811 - 348 psl.
...her She never told her lore, "But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, " Feed on her dnmask cheek : she pin'd in thought, " And, with a green..." She sat, like Patience on a monument, " Smiling at grief." SHAKIP^ARE.' Faithful though afflicted the bloom of youth faded the neighbours began,... | |
 | 1810 - 430 psl.
...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." Our social glee and cheerfulness were now completely clouded ; we sat down to our meals,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 434 psl.
...history ? fio.fh. 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...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. ^ Was not this love, indeed ? [9] Mr. Theobald suppose thii might possibly be borrowed from... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1813 - 318 psl.
...never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in the bud, prey 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.' The duke inquired if this lady died of her love, but to this question Viola returned an... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 532 psl.
...woman, I should 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,...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more : hut, indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 470 psl.
...history ? Vin. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, Bui let concealment, like a worm i'the bnd, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ;...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... 
