...her gaiety ; she — she — Shade of Shakspeare, help me out ! I have it I— " 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 evening...

...considered the battle as by no means half over. As to poor Lady Henrietta, who also " >j e ver told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud; Feed on her damask cheek," attachment (unfortunate since he had neither rank, money, nor even the naval profession to recommend...

...confession of her lore. Duke. Whnt's her history ? Viola. Л blank, mv toril : She never told her lovet one : — her jewel about the ueck of it : the letters o daraaek cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience...

...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-...

...fiambres, vinhos, e licores mais escolhidos; receando que qualquer iadifferença, que se She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek SHAKESPEARE. lhe percebesse não corresponderia à sincera, e affectuosa tenção de Alvaro de Albuquerque,...

...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...

...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 so little...

...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...