...The next effecT: of a comparifon, is to place an object in ftrong point of view. - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damaflc cheek ; ftie pin'd in thought ; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience...

...this fpecies of beauty, the Following is, perhaps, a lull more elegant example— . She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damajk cheek. Twelfth Night. Shakefpear's images are not mere addrefies to the fancy ; they do not...

...turmoil, A blefled foul doth in Elyfium. Two Gentlemen afVeri>nat aft i.ft, i«. r— She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damaflc cheek : {he pin'd in thought ; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience...

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...sustained or cherished by hope, suggested to Shakspeare some apt comparisons. " She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask check." -" She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief." Sublimity not only has beauty in...

...fhould your Lordfhip. Dukt. And what's her hiftory ? Via. ' A blank, my Lord : fhe never told her love 4 But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, . . • Feed on her damafk cheek: fhe pin'd in thought ; • And, with a green and yellow melancholy, ' She fat like Patience...

...bleffed foul doth in Elyfium. Two Gentlemen of Vertna, aQ z fe. 10. — — — — She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damafk cheek: fhe pin'd in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She fat like Patience on...

...fometimes fatal ; and Ihould fhe follow the example of poor Viola in Shakefpeare, who never told her love, But let Concealment, like a worm i' th bud, Feed on her damaik cheek, her cafe muft be defperate indeed ; for the deftruction. of her charms would infallibly...

...mingle a faint gleam of content. But the poet can go further ; he can fay, • She never told tier love, But let concealment like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damajk cbeek. That happy allufion, in which confifts the charm of the defcription, cannot be fuggefted...

...mingle a faint gleam of content. But the poet can go further ; he can fay, • • She never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damajk cheek. That happy allufion, in which confifts the charm of the defcription, cannot be fuggefted...