...it might be, perbaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. DUKE. And what's her history? VIOLA. 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, Shs sat like Patience...

...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...

...poet, who in the following lines has painted it in a very affecting manner :— " 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...

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...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...

...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....

...As it might be, perhaps, were I a 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...

...As it might be, perhaps, were I a 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...

...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...

...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...