 | 1850 - 694 páginas
...humanity, beautifully and truly described this influence in the oftquoted words : — '' She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i th' bud, Feed on her damask check." The general appearance of the female under this disordered state is most characteristic, and... | |
 | Pindar - 1852 - 516 páginas
...breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odours. — Twelfth Night. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. — Idem. She pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like Patience on a... | |
 | Pindar - 1852 - 476 páginas
...breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odours. — Twelfth Night. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek. — Idem. She pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like Patience on a... | |
 | William Herbert - 1853 - 234 páginas
...woman, I should your lordship. Ors. 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 sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.... | |
 | Cyclopaedia - 1853 - 772 páginas
...supply it with legs and silence. Killegre®CONCEALMENT. CONCBIT. 195 CONCEALMENT. SHE never told her love; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask check. She pined iu thought, And sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Shakspere. He... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1859 - 494 páginas
...confession of her love. " DUKE. What's her history ? VIOLA. Jl blank, my lord, she never told her love : She 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 sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.... | |
 | 1859 - 836 páginas
...lady! I do pity you from my soul. Har. Then why don't you leave me 1 Young C. " She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek." Take warning, Miss, when you once begin to pine in thought, 'tis all over with you; and be assured,... | |
 | Solomon Barrett (jr.) - 1860 - 782 páginas
...all times to fulfill his duty, (to fulfill) his obligations, and (Го fulfill) his promises." "She let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek." " In arts, long sipce, has Britain been renown'd; In arms, high honored, find in letters, crown'd."... | |
 | Jacob Lowres - 1862 - 192 páginas
...discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good. — Pope. 21. 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 sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. — Shakspeare. 22. The Egyptian rites... | |
 | George Frederick Graham - 1862 - 304 páginas
...pleased at first, the towering Alps we try, Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky.' 4. ' She let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek ' . . . . 5. ' to endure Exile, or ignominy, or bonds, or pain.' > 6. ' For this infernal pit shall... | |
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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 sat like Patience on a Monument, Smiling at grief. 
