 | William Shakespeare - 1993 - 220 sivua
...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,...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. ORSINO But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Nessun cuore di donna è cosi grande Da contenere... | |
 | S©ıren Kierkegaard - 1993 - 196 sivua
...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;...yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiiing at grief. Was not this love indeed? 13. Matthew 11:28. 14. See Luke 2:36-38. 15. See Matthew... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 692 sivua
...(generative of the digestive the damask rose is meant here, juices) is not only to the appetite as She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief....we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. ORSINO But died thy sister of her love, my boy? VIOLA I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 264 sivua
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm /' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? ' (Act 2 scene 4 lines 11 1-1 16) Your second reading should have made much more sense. Shakespeare... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 sivua
...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,...we prove Much in our vows but little in our love. Act 4, Sc. 2 Who is Silvia? What is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she;... | |
 | Anthony Fletcher - 1995 - 504 sivua
...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...on a monument Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?29 The audience would quickly have grasped the allusion to greensickness here. Greensickness... | |
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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 pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. 
