 | Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb - 1831 - 398 sayfa
...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 inquired if this lady died of her love, but to this question Viola returned an... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1993 - 220 sayfa
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, no 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... | |
 | Anthony Fletcher - 1995 - 504 sayfa
...tame her physical longings.28 Cesario, describing to Orsino his sister languishing for love, declared: She pin'd in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?29 The audience would quickly have grasped the allusion to greensickness... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 sayfa
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' 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... | |
 | Lisa Jardine - 1996 - 228 sayfa
...her history? Viola. A blank, my lord: she never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' th' 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? w This perfectly devoted and obedient 'love' which asks nothing... | |
 | R. B. Parker, Sheldon P. Zitner - 1996 - 340 sayfa
...telling him the tale of her sister who never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damask cheek; she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sate like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. (Twelfth Night 2.4.110-15) The direct question... | |
 | 1908 - 444 sayfa
...history ) Via. 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 more... | |
 | Beatrix Hesse - 1998 - 214 sayfa
...die erfundene Erzählung. ORSINO And what's her 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 pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling... | |
 | Connie Robertson - 1998 - 686 sayfa
...told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in ath did end. I was angry with my foe: at grief. 10517 Twelfth Night Some men are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness... | |
 | Paula Boock - 1999 - 184 sayfa
...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 this not love indeed? The tenderness on Mo's face was genuine as she struggled to find... | |
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A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i... 
