 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. Winter's tale - Pagina 43door William Shakespeare - 1788Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 790 pagina’s
...it iiii^ht be, perhaps, were I a woman, 1 should your lordship. Duke. And what'» her history ? Vio. ome to my natural tibfNow do I piu'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She eat like patience on a monument, Smiling... | |
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1838 - 444 pagina’s
...Viola. Too well what love women lo men may owe: In faith they are as true of heart as we. My father hail a daughter lov'da man As it might be, perhaps, were...should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? Viola. A blank, ray lord ; alie never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,... | |
 | London female mission - 1838 - 444 pagina’s
...sustained by " trifles light as air." On one side, hear the poet describe her who " 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 siil, like Patience ou a monument,... | |
 | Kenneth Muir - 2002 - 280 pagina’s
...reply: Oh no - I will tell her no such Thing, too well I know what sort of Faith we Men to Women owe, my Father had a Daughter lov'da Man; as it might be, perhaps, were I a Woman, I might love you. Orlando. And what is her History? Rosalind. A Blank. She never told her Love, but let... | |
 | Anthony J. Lewis - 1992 - 258 pagina’s
...Orsino, for she has created Cesario, who in turn creates a sister: Duke. And what's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord; 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... | |
 | Emily Brontë - 1992 - 276 pagina’s
...and wings of eagles and bodies of lions 3 (p.2) inner parts of the house 4 (p_3) 'She never told her love / But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, / Feed on her damask cheek': Viola in Twelfth Night, i, 4 5 (p-5) sheep-fold 6 (p.5) bam 7 (p.5) to 8 (p.6) frightful 9 (p.8) consumed... | |
 | S©ıren Kierkegaard - 1993 - 196 pagina’s
...thou know? viotA: Too well what love women to men may owe. In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter lov'da man As it might be...should your lordship. DUKE: And what's her history? VIOLA: A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm f th' bud, Feed... | |
 | Michael Shapiro - 1994 - 300 pagina’s
...rapt curiosity or scornful dismissal. Viola's next speech introduces herself in thinly veiled form: My father had a daughter lov'da man As it might be perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. (11. 107-9) As if enchanted, Orsino is drawn further into the story: "What's her history?" Viola tells... | |
 | Lisa Jardine - 1996 - 224 pagina’s
...to her Lord — of woman's 'service' as one of pure passivity: Duke. And what's her history? l'iola. A blank, my lord: 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... | |
 | Arthur Graham - 1997 - 244 pagina’s
...that her father had a daughter who loved as strongly as a man. Orsino: And what's 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." rose) damask— pink, light red (color of damask "She sat like... | |
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