 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 str.
...lack retention. Orsino — TN II.iv She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,...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... | |
 | Emily Auerbach - 2004 - 364 str.
...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,...we prove Much in our vows but little in our love. (Twelfth Night, 2.4.110-18) Besides allowing Austen to highlight the dramatic irony of a highly articulate... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2011 - 276 str.
...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....we prove Much in our vows but little in our love. 130 ORSINO But died thy sister of her love, my boy? VIOLA I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Lindsay Price, Theatrefolk - 2004 - 168 str.
...her natural beauty surfeit, cloyment both mean "excess" 1 sooth truth damask pink 1 ORSINO AND VIOLA She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief....we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. ORSINO: But died thy sister of her love, my boy? VIOLA: I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 276 str.
...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....we prove Much in our vows but little in our love. 130 ORSINO But died thy sister of her love, my boy? VIOLA I am all the daughters of my father's house,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Burfeind - 2008 - 221 str.
...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...we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Act III Scene I Olivia Admits Her Dishonesty to Viola Give me leave, beseech you. I did send, After... | |
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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 : 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... 
