 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
 | Syd Pritchard - 2005 - 149 str.
...[Henry VI Pt. I III iii 58] 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...melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, smiling at grief. [Twelfth Night II iv 108] The brainchild of Alan Evans of the Royal Eastbourne, the 'Ancients'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 276 str.
...(1650-62). 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... | |
 | Stuart Sillars - 2006 - 388 str.
...Malvolio, Aguecheek and Sir Toby. 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. (2.4.106-111) 114 Fuseli's invention embodies these lines in several ways. The posture suggests... | |
 | Linda Ostrander - 2006 - 291 str.
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm Г the bud, Feed on her damask check: she pin 'd in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. " WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Day: "During depression the 'world disappears. Language itself. One... | |
 | S.P.Sharma - 2007 - 132 str.
...prey to brooding, and the result may be devastating to her body and mind. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Shakespeare, Twelfth Night A Blighted or Jilted Love— A Moving Account One of the most... | |
 | Elizabeth Aston - 2007 - 352 str.
...heart was in her mouth, and she picked up her cue to say, "A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek." Lord Rutherford broke in on her words. "When you reply, you must look up at me, into my eyes. I see... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Burfeind - 2008 - 221 str.
...[Interesting. Well, what happened?] VIOLA A blank, my lord. [Nothing happened.] She never 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 she sat like Patience on... | |
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