 | Philip Edwards - 2005 - 170 páginas
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? The Duke thinks it is. He is eager to complete the story with its proper ending as in Feste's song:... | |
 | G. M. Pinciss - 2005 - 192 páginas
...never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i'th'bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy,...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? The hilarity and high spirits of Love's Labour's Lost are suddenly dissipated, like an unexpected shadow... | |
 | John Burfeind, William Shakespeare - 2008 - 195 páginas
...told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask [pink] cheek. She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy...monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? Viola has just told Orsino, in veiled language, about her feelings for him. We men may say more, swear... | |
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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. 
