 | 1827 - 366 หน้า
...your lordship. ORS. And what 's her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? ORS. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all... | |
 | Richard Reece - 1828 - 604 หน้า
...such as is so beautifully described by Shakspeare, when he says, — " She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief." When long continued, it constitutes grief: when diversified by alternate agonising sensations... | |
 | 1828 - 32 หน้า
...So saying, she read that beautiful passage from ' Twelfth Night.' ' , " She never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief." •As she turned over the leaves hastily, a piece of paper fell upon the floor. Edward stooped... | |
 | Lynn Redgrave, William Shakespeare - 2001 - 68 หน้า
...father had a daughter loved a man. 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. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too; - and yet I know not... | |
 | 顏元叔 - 2001 - 838 หน้า
...she 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 sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Viola. I am all... | |
 | Jennifer Mulherin - 2001 - 36 หน้า
...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... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 หน้า
...lordship. / Duke. 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 on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought, /And with a green and yellow melancholy / She sat like Patience on a monument, /... | |
 | Joseph Twadell Shipley - 2001 - 688 หน้า
...Night, ii, 4, picturing her own forced restraint to the unsuspecting Duke: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek . . . Hamlet ruminated (iv, 3) on the skull of Yorick: "A man may fish with the worm that hath eat... | |
 | Kenneth Muir - 2002 - 212 หน้า
...with the decay of the natural world: She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm ¡' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought,...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. (n, iv, 109-14) There is a still quality, a depth of sadness in this scene, which recurs,... | |
 | David Schalkwyk - 2002 - 284 หน้า
...her history? 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,...melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love 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 : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. 
