 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.  The baronet's family - Pagina 112door Anne Beale - 1852Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | John Young (M.A.) - 1833 - 328 pagina’s
...woe, 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." It was no unfrequcnt thing now for Olivia to be left alone, with all the weight of business... | |
 | 1833 - 280 pagina’s
...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 not this love, indeed ? ORS. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1833 - 1140 pagina’s
...love, But let concealment, like a worm " the bud, B'eed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought; And, k you, sir; You mean not her to Tra. Perhaps, him and her, sir; What have you to at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but, indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | Anthony Fletcher - 1995 - 504 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 and obedient 'love' which asks nothing... | |
 | Mrs. Griffith (Elizabeth) - 1997 - 306 pagina’s
...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. [Act 2, scene 6; vol. 2, p. 391] 69. bravo] "A man who murders for hire." SJD. jo. "above... | |
 | Roger Smith - 1997 - 1074 pagina’s
...theatre. Theatregoers knew, for example, how to understand a description of a woman pining in love: 'And with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like patience on a monument.'12 When this language was integrated with astrology and belief in the relation between the... | |
 | Beatrix Hesse - 1998 - 214 pagina’s
...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 not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more, but indeed Our shows are more... | |
 | Connie Robertson - 1998 - 686 pagina’s
...told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in And 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... | |
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