...her— • She never told her lore, "But let concealment, like a worm i'the bud, " Feed on her dnmask cheek : she pin'd in thought, " And, with a green..." She sat, like Patience on a monument, " Smiling at grief." SHAKIP^ARE.' Faithful though afflicted — the bloom of youth faded— the neighbours began,...

...her heart to any one, and imagined her love for Duncan a profound secret — no " 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...

...I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history ? fio.fh. blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i" the bud,...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. ^ Was not this love, indeed ? [9] Mr. Theobald suppose thii might possibly be borrowed from...

...Speaking of a maid in love, he says, She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought...Patience, on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth Night. What an image is here given ! and what a task would it have been for the greatest masters of Greece...

...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.' The duke inquired if this lady died of her love, but to this question Viola returned an...

...her history? Vio. 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 : hut, indeed, Our shows are more...

...history ? Vin. A blank, my lord : She never told her love, Bui let concealment, like a worm i'the bnd, 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...

...greater than Pompey's.' In others . two things are compared in reference to a third. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud Feed on her damask cheek. Here ' concealment' is likened to * a worm in the bud,' but the aptness of the comparison can appear...

...Dido's passion, as is excited by the purer sentiment of Shake*peare's heroine, who " never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek "? These are some of the sources of modern superiority. Tbeie, glowing in the rapid fervour of Byron,...

...happiness peculiar to himself. Read : " 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 agrein and hallow melancholy, . She sat like Patience on a .monument, Smiling at grief." The sense...