 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.  Twelfth night. Winter's tale - Sida 43efter William Shakespeare - 1788Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | Connie Robertson - 1998 - 686 sidor
...younger than thyself, Or thy affectlon cannot hold the bent. 10516 Tux'ljth Night She never told her 361 Songs of Experience '\ Poison Tree' I was angry with my friend; I told my wr pined in And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.... | |
 | Paula Boock - 1999 - 184 sidor
...unexpectedly to eyes when she said: My father had a daughter loved a man . . . . . . 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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