...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...thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, Shs sat like Patience on a monument. Smiling at Grief. Was not this love indeed ?" The sigh that burst...

...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 on a monument, Smiling...

...considered the battle as by no means half over. As to poor Lady Henrietta, who also " Never told her love. But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud. Feed on her damask cheek," she was indeed deeply to be pitied; for with whom could she communicate ? and from whom could she expect...

...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...

...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...

...your lordship. Duke. And what's her ЫМотт 1 I .•• A blank, my lord : She never told her Ion, 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, I She sat like patience on a monument,...

...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...

...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,...