 | Timothy Morton - 2000 - 246 pàgines
...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. SHAKESP. without any moral guide in the real occurrences of life. To the female mind in particular,... | |
 | 顏元叔 - 2001 - 838 pàgines
...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? Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Viola. I am all... | |
 | Jennifer Mulherin - 2001 - 36 pàgines
.... . 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. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more, but indeed Our shows are more... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 pàgines
...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 with a green and yellow...melancholy / She sat like Patience on a monument, / Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? [II.iv.1o8-16] inadecuada para una comedia, cuando el frustrado... | |
 | Lynn Redgrave, William Shakespeare - 2001 - 68 pàgines
...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. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too; - and yet I know not... | |
 | Erich Segal - 2009 - 612 pàgines
...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. . .5S 319 The conversation concludes with a sympathetic question which she answers ambiguously:... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 pàgines
...II.iv 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? Viola — TN II.iv Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief,... | |
 | David Schalkwyk - 2002 - 284 pàgines
...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? Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows,... | |
 | Frances Burney - 2002 - 342 pàgines
...the Inn, my Lady. i pined in thought: from Violas speech in Shakespeare's Twelfth Night: "she pined in thought, / And with a green and yellow melancholy / She sat like Patience on a monument" (II. iv. 113-15). Exit SERVANT. How unlucky they should come to day! If I receive them, they will just... | |
 | Samuel Crowl - 2003 - 289 pàgines
...response and the alternative to Orsino's egoism and the song's ("Come Away, Death") finality: "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?" (2.4.1 12-15). Stubbs's wistful delivery of these lines manages... | |
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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. 
