 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.  Twelfth Night Or: What You Will - Strana 50autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1901 - 153 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Lynn Redgrave, William Shakespeare - 2001 - 68 str.
...father had a daughter loved a man. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'th'bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought; And,...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... | |
 | 顏元叔 - 2001 - 838 str.
...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...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Viola. I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 str.
...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' 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, /... | |
 | Joseph Twadell Shipley - 2001 - 688 str.
...Night, ii, 4, picturing her own forced restraint to the unsuspecting Duke: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek . . . Hamlet ruminated (iv, 3) on the skull of Yorick: "A man may fish with the worm that hath eat... | |
 | David Schalkwyk - 2002 - 284 str.
...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 pined in thought,...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. ORSINO But... | |
 | Kenneth Muir - 2002 - 212 str.
...with the decay of the natural world: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm ¡' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought,...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. (n, iv, 109-14) There is a still quality, a depth of sadness in this scene, which recurs,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 str.
...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...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? Viola — TN II.iv Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, Since, wedding it, there is such length... | |
 | Frances Burney - 2002 - 342 str.
...note from 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... | |
 | Victor Brombert - 2002 - 356 str.
...as well as a Haydn song, with words by Shakespeare about unrequited love: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek . . . I particularly liked the end of this song, with its image of fortitude in the face of lasting... | |
 | Samuel Crowl - 2003 - 289 str.
...melancholy, the 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...monument, / Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?" (2.4.1 12-15). Stubbs's wistful delivery of these lines manages to quiet both Orsino and the sea. Nunn... | |
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