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" A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i... "
Encyclopaedia Britannica; Or A Dictionary of Arts, Sciences, and ... - ˹éÒ 356
1823
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The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, àÅèÁ·Õè 4

1822 - 640 ˹éÒ
...denotes the melancholy cause of her demise." " No doubt," interrupted the youth with the blue cravat, " * And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument,' As Ben Jonson says. Egad ! I thought I should whip in something at last." The guide looked a reproof...
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The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 2

William Shakespeare - 1823 - 474 ˹éÒ
...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,...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...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: All's well that ...

William Shakespeare - 1823 - 380 ˹éÒ
...history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told ller love, But let concealment, like a worm \ the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought And,...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.9 Was not this love, indeed ? [9] Mr. Theobald supposes this might possibly be borrowed from...
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The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens ...

William Shakespeare - 1823 - 984 ˹éÒ
...history ? Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, w him well. Ant. I must obey. — This comes with...; I shall answer it. What will you do ? Now my ne at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, (prove Our shows...
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The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, àÅèÁ·Õè 1

1823 - 494 ˹éÒ
...denotes the melancholy cause of her demise." " No doubt," interrupted the youth with the blue cravat, " ' And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument,' As Ben Jonson says. Egad ! I thought I should whip in something at last." — The guide looked a reproof...
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The Mirror of literature, amusement, and instruction [ed. by T. Byerley ...

Thomas Byerley - 1823 - 528 ˹éÒ
...the melancholy cause of Ъer demise." " No doubt," interrupted the youth with the blue cravat, " ' And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument,' As Ben Jonson says. Egad ! I thought I should whip in something at last."— The guide looked a reproof...
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The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from Each Play : with a General Index ...

William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 ˹éÒ
...To weep there. CONCEALED LOVE. 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,...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. ACT III. JESTER. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; And, to do that well, craves...
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A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The ...

British poets - 1824 - 676 ˹éÒ
...perfections) with one self king ! H 3 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. Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die....
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The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 ˹éÒ
...nevertold her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'thc bud, feed on her damask check : she piu'd those, that trust them ! — I did hear The galloping of horse: who was't came by? Len. 'Tistwoor at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more...
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The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 9

Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 492 ˹éÒ
...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? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more...
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