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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. "
Hermann and Dorothea - الصفحة 146
بواسطة Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1898 - عدد الصفحات: 187
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...woman, I should 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 damask cheek : she pined in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument Smiling...

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...God, were the repository of the secret of her sufferings, which were sacred. " She never told her woe, 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...

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...own breasts at other times. Shakspeare has finely pourtrayed this character — " 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,...

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1834 - عدد الصفحات: 358
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...soul. Often, like the evening sun, comes the memory of former times upon my soul. 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, like patience on a monument, sat smiling at grief. A Metaphor is the putting of a word to a use...

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...discernment, as if he theorized in colours, in the following hackneyed passage : — 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...

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1850 - عدد الصفحات: 584
...loud lamentation, was for that very reason the more poignant and heart-felt ; she never shed a tear, " 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. Her...

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...maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon :' And in another : ' 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 at Grief.' These...

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...her heart to any one, and imagined her love for Duncan a profound secret — no, " She never to!d her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek ; — she pined in thought ; And, with a tfreen and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiting...

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...head and perish Shaks. >+•* •»•> Ltt.HM LlLY OF THE V \LLEY— Continued. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek ; she pined in thought. Her eye may grow dim, and her cheek may grow pale, But tell they not both the same...




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