 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 264 str.
...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? ' (Act 2 scene 4 lines 11 1-1 16) Your second reading should have made much more sense. Shakespeare... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 str.
...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 than will; for still we prove Much in our vows... | |
 | Juliet Dusinberre - 1996 - 384 str.
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 | Valerie L. Gager - 1996 - 446 str.
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 | Lisa Jardine - 1996 - 224 str.
...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 for itself is a pure exemplar of household... | |
 | 1984 - 440 str.
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 | 1908 - 444 str.
...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 than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows,... | |
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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. 
