 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 - 1895 - 153 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Wilkins - 2004 - 324 str.
...Viola obliquely declares her love for Orsino in the allegory of an invented sister who died of love: She pined in thought, And with a green and yellow...melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. 12.4.112-151 This clearly lies behind perhaps the most memorable lines in Pericles, in which... | |
 | Robert Smallwood - 2003 - 252 str.
...by her disguise, but her love for Orsino has a maturity and selflessness that makes her prepared to 'let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, / Feed on her damask cheek' (n.iv.iio-ii). We felt that our version of the play needed to live in a place and time that was very... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Lindsay Price, Theatrefolk - 2004 - 168 str.
...should your lordship. ORSINO: 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...in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy VOCABULARY nature pranks her her natural beauty surfeit, cloyment both mean "excess" 1 sooth truth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2011 - 276 str.
...(1650-62). 74 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. And with a green and yellow melancholy 125 She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say... | |
 | Richard Marsh - 2004 - 372 str.
...quotation from Tuvlfih S'igln wrong. Viola, responding to the Duke, remarks, "She never told her love, / But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, / Feed on her damask cheek" (II. iv. 110-12). "May your following," I cried, — and it is an absolute tact that the words were... | |
 | Chris Ackerley, S. E. Gontarski - 2004 - 722 str.
...Cymbeline, IV.ii.258); "bird of dawning" (31; Hamlet, Iil 58-60); and "no damask" (39), as in "[She] let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, / Feed on her damask cheek" (Twelfth Night, II. iv. 1 13— 15). Optimistic, yet consumed with irony, her remaining "classics"... | |
 | Bidyut Chakrabarty - 2004 - 192 str.
...stagey quality to her own emotions? 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? The Duke thinks it is. He is eager to complete the story with its proper ending as in Feste's song:... | |
 | G. M. Pinciss - 2005 - 214 str.
...attributing them to a fictitious sister: She never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i'th'bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought; And...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... | |
 | Various - 2004 - 1060 str.
...Orsino. 'A blank, my lord,' replied Viola. 'She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in the bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought,...melancholy she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at Grief.' The duke enquired if this lady died of her love, but to this question Viola returned an... | |
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