 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - 1088 Seiten
...history 7 Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, — But let concealment, like a worm i' the x melanchoi)', She sat like patience on ah monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 686 Seiten
...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, with a green and yellow melancholy, " She sat like Patience on a monument, " Smiling at Grief." is so higly finished, so delicately coloured... | |
 | Marijke Rudnik-Smalbraak - 1983 - 296 Seiten
...the lines of Shakespeare's Viola: 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, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief . . . Further avoiding the issue, she suggests that... | |
 | Joseph Allen Bryant - 1986 - 300 Seiten
...adoration of her "father's daughter": . . . she never told her love But let concealment like a worm in 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. [II.iv.110-15] Because she is apt to feel such... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1991 - 108 Seiten
...love. All's Well That Ends Well (1.1) she never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th1 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. Was not this love indeed? Twelfth Night, or What... | |
 | Anthony J. Lewis - 1992 - 258 Seiten
...her history? Vio. 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, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sate like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. [II. iv. 109-15] This stereotypically sedate and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1992 - 132 Seiten
...As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. DUKE And what's her history? VIOLA A blank, my lord: she never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i'th' bud no Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like... | |
 | S©ıren Kierkegaard - 1993 - 196 Seiten
...her history? VIOLA: A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm f th' 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, Smiiing at grief. Was not this love indeed? 13. Matthew 11:28. 14.... | |
 | R. B. Parker, Sheldon P. Zitner - 1996 - 340 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Lisa Jardine - 1996 - 228 Seiten
...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, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? w This perfectly devoted... | |
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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. Was not this love indeed? 
