...soul. Often, like the evening sun, comes the memory of former times upon my soul. 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, like patience on a monument, sat smiling at grief. A Metaphor is the putting...

...froze her gaiety; she — she — shade of Shakspeare, help me out! I have it!— " She never told her love, But let concealment, — like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek ! " Miss Amelia Musgrave saw her uneasiness, guessed at its secret cause, and took occasion one rosy...

...loud lamentation, was for that very reason the more poignant and heart-felt ; she never shed a tear, " 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....

...her heart to any one, and imagined her love for Duncan a profound secret — no, " She never to!d her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek ; — she pined in thought ; And, with a tfreen and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument,...

...maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon :' And in another : ' 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,...

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...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what's her history 1 Via. A blank, my lord : She never told her are : she pin'd in thought And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument,...

...For still her cheeks possess the same, Which native she doth owe.p 8 — i. 2. 109 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)...

...sustained by " trifles light as air." On one side, hear the poet describe her who " 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 siil, like Patience ou a monument,...

...1 should your lordship. Duke. And what'» her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord : She never told her M /! jt 9 1 : she piu'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She eat like patience on a monument,...