...produc'd the cheer. There stood Olivia, who was vainly sued, And that chaste maid who " never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her cheek," till call'd its bliss to prove." 4 Winter's Talc. 5 Merry Wives of Windsor. 0 Twelttli Niglil....

...whereabouts ;' or of Mr. Leslie, whom he so regards." " Or what think you of the friend's friend, who would "let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek," prey upon her health, and eat away her heart, rather than give utterance to the wish that now fills...

...Enter CHARLOTTE, a volume of Shaiapeare in her hand. Char. [Reading.] " She never told her love ; Bat let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask check ; the pin'd in thought. And with a gree?t and ydloie melancholy She ml, like Patience on а топит-...

...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' 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...

...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' 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...

...departing day. CHAPTER XXXV. " And what's her history? A blank, my lord; she never told her lov«; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek !" THE dreaded day arrived, however, and at an early hour my party were on the march, presenting an...

...God, were the repository of the secret of her sufferings, which were sacred. " She never told her woe, 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,...

...own breasts at other times. Shakspeare has finely pourtrayed this character — " 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,...

...opera of Matilde von Guise, act iii; •omposed by JN HUMMEL. CANZONET—(Page 38). She never told her love. But let concealment, like a worm i" the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. . She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. It was a bold attempt to set words having...

...discernment, as if he theorized in colours, in the following hackneyed passage : — 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,...