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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. "
The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators - Sivu 178
tekijä(t) William Shakespeare - 1806
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Why Shakespeare: An Introduction to the Playwright's Art

G. M. Pinciss - 2005 - 192 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,...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? The hilarity and high spirits of Love's Labour's Lost are suddenly dissipated, like an unexpected shadow...
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Swearing and Perjury in Shakespeare's Plays

Frances A. Shirley - 2005 - 192 sivua
...Hermia's remarks, although here the disguise and an undertone of 'smiling at grief temper what she says. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed Our shows are more than will; lor still we prove Much in bur vows but little in our love. (II, iv, 114-17) Another aspect of love...
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Twelfth Night: or, What You Will

William Shakespeare - 2007 - 161 sivua
...pined in thought, no And with a green and yellow 70 melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, 71 Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more, but indeed Our shows 72 are more than will. 73 For still 74 we prove 115 Much in our vows, but little in our love. Orsino...
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Twelfth Night: Shakespeare for the Modern Reader

John Burfeind, William Shakespeare - 2008 - 195 sivua
...told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask [pink] cheek. She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy...monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? Viola has just told Orsino, in veiled language, about her feelings for him. We men may say more, swear...
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