 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.  The Port Folio - Seite 2061810Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1831 - 328 Seiten
...as, after much turmoil, A blessed soul doth in Elysium. Two GENTLEMEN OP VERONA. — ACT II. Sc. 10. And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like...Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. TWELFTH NIGHT.— ACT II. Sc. 4; York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbrokc, Mounted upon a hot and... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb - 1831 - 398 Seiten
...never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in the bud, prey 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." The duke inquired if this lady died of her love, but to this question Viola returned an... | |
 | R. B. Parker, Sheldon P. Zitner - 1996 - 340 Seiten
...sister who 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 She sate like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. (Twelfth Night 2.4.110-15) The direct question... | |
 | Roger Smith - 1997 - 1074 Seiten
...theatre. Theatregoers knew, for example, how to understand a description of a woman pining in love: 'And with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like patience on a monument.'12 When this language was integrated with astrology and belief in the relation between the... | |
 | 1908 - 444 Seiten
...: 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 ? We men may say more, swear more : but indeed, Our shows are more... | |
 | Beatrix Hesse - 1998 - 214 Seiten
...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. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more, but indeed Our shows are more... | |
 | Connie Robertson - 1998 - 686 Seiten
...told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in ath did end. I was angry with my foe: at grief. 10517 Twelfth Night Some men are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness... | |
 | Richard Gough - 1997 - 132 Seiten
...love. But let concealment like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damask cheek; she pm'd io thought And wdh a green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument, Smilmg at griel 1lt.ii110-161 De Wet's satire renders material the blank in her construction of two... | |
 | Paula Boock - 1999 - 184 Seiten
...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. Was this not love indeed? The tenderness on Mo's face was genuine as she struggled to find... | |
 | Franck Lessay - 1999 - 204 Seiten
...deux reprises, dans deux passages souvent cités. L'un est tiré de Twelfih Night : [...] She pined in thought. And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief (II.4.112-115) L'autre est extrait de Pericles : "Yet thou dost look / Like patience gazing... | |
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