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" A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i... "
“The” Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr ... - Page 34
by William Shakespeare - 1804
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Three Discourses on Imagined Occasions

S©ıren Kierkegaard - 1993 - 196 pages
...VIOLA: A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm f th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pin'd in thought; And, with...green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiiing at grief. Was not this love indeed? 13. Matthew 11:28. 14. See Luke 2:36-38....
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La dodicesima notte ovvero quel che volete

William Shakespeare - 1993 - 220 pages
...never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, no 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...
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Gender, Sex, and Subordination in England 1500-1800

Anthony Fletcher - 1995 - 504 pages
...tame her physical longings.28 Cesario, describing to Orsino his sister languishing for love, declared: 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?29 The audience would quickly have grasped...
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Selected Poems

William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 pages
...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, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed...
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Reading Shakespeare Historically

Lisa Jardine - 1996 - 228 pages
...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 pin'd in thought, And with...green and yellow melancholy She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? w This perfectly devoted and obedient 'love'...
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Elizabethan Theater: Essays in Honor of S. Schoenbaum

R. B. Parker, Sheldon P. Zitner - 1996 - 340 pages
...him the tale of her 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...
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The Delicate Distress

Mrs. Griffith (Elizabeth) - 1997 - 306 pages
...does not know it, is her own: 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...green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. [Act 2, scene 6; vol. 2, p. 391] 69. bravo] "A man who murders for...
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Yale Studies in English, Volume 34

1908 - 444 pages
...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 ; And....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...
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Shakespeares Komödien aus der Sicht der pragmatischen Kommunikationstheorie

Beatrix Hesse - 1998 - 214 pages
...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...
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Dare Truth Or Promise

Paula Boock - 1999 - 184 pages
...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...
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