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Encyclopaedia Britannica; Or A Dictionary of Arts, Sciences, and ... - หน้า 356
1823
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The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ...

Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 440 หน้า
...history ? 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 ;...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...

Tales from Shakespear: Designed for the Use of Young Persons, เล่มที่ 2

Charles Lamb - 1809 - 282 หน้า
...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 enquired if this lady died of her love, but to this question Viola returned an...

The Port Folio, เล่มที่ 3

1809 - 570 หน้า
...let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud. Feed on her damask chrok. She pin'd in thought. And witha green and yellow melancholy. She sat, like Patience on a monument Smiling at grief. Tixlft/ i Sight. Grief afi/iroac/iing to distraction. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost...

The Works of William Shakespeare, เล่มที่ 1

William Shakespeare - 1810 - 444 หน้า
...Speaking of a maid in love, he says, She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ;...Patience, on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night. What an image is here given ! and what a task would it have been for the greatest masters of Greece...

The Works of William Shakespeare, เล่มที่ 3

William Shakespeare - 1810 - 440 หน้า
...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 ;...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.9 Was not this love, indeed ? [9] Mr. Theobald supposei this might possibly be borrowed from...

the history of sir charles grandison

William miller, albemarle street: and james carpenter - 1811 - 438 หน้า
...prettily repeated those lines: -She never told her love; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek: She pin'd in thought; And,...melancholy, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. ' Now, chevalier, if you had any design in your pointing to these very pretty lines, I will...

Twelfth-night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothing. Midsummer-night ...

William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 520 หน้า
...adorns. a 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 ;...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...

The modern theatre; a collection of successful modern plays ..., เล่มที่ 8

Modern theatre - 1811 - 372 หน้า
...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, And,...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...

The Plays of William Shakspeare: Sketch of the life of Shakspeare. Tempest ...

William Shakespeare - 1811 - 454 หน้า
...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; And,...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...

The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the ..., เล่มที่ 1

William Shakespeare - 1811 - 460 หน้า
...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,...




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