 | 1826 - 320 psl.
...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's h'er history? VlOi 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 844 psl.
...I should your lordship. fluke. And what's her history? fío. Л blank, my lord : She never told her C S t And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was... | |
 | 1827 - 366 psl.
...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. Was not this love, indeed ? ORS. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all... | |
 | Montgomery Robert Bartlett - 1828 - 426 psl.
...made, they are as instantly lost." "She never told her grief, But let concealment, like a worm in the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pin'd in thought....melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief." "The music of Carrol was like the memory of joys thai arc past;pleasant and mournful... | |
 | John S. Skinner - 1828 - 438 psl.
...latent in the bosom of the sufferer ' 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 " The passion, corroding invariably, like intense grief from any other cause, undermines the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 404 psl.
...history ? Via. A hlank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the hud, 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 ; hut, indeed, Oar shows are... | |
 | Richard Reece - 1828 - 604 psl.
...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." When long continued, it constitutes grief: when diversified by alternate agonising sensations... | |
 | 1828 - 32 psl.
...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." As she turned over the leaves hastily, a piece of paper fell upon the floor. Edward stooped... | |
 | 1828 - 646 psl.
...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. The passion, corroding invariably, like intense grief from any other cause, undermines the... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 psl.
...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...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... 
