 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 ˹éÒ
...history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her lore, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ;...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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 414 ˹éÒ
...told her love;' But let '-oncealment, like a worm i' the bud Feed on her datnask cheek ; she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument smiling at grief. SHAISPEARE. THE secret by her tongue concealed, Her fading charms declare, And what by words... | |
 | Roger Smith - 1997 - 1074 ˹éÒ
...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 ˹éÒ
...history ) Via. 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 ;...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 ˹éÒ
...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 ˹éÒ
...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 ˹éÒ
...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 ˹éÒ
...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 ˹éÒ
...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... | |
 | Timothy Morton - 2000 - 246 ˹éÒ
...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. SHAKESP. without any moral guide in the real occurrences of life. To the female mind in particular,... | |
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