 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 on a monument, Smiling at grief.  The Reminiscences of an Idler - Page 319by Henry Wikoff - 1880 - 596 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Graves Chamney Haughton - 1839 - 298 pages
...this figure, he may be quoted for some charming instances ; as when he says — " 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 480 pages
...For still her cheeks possess the same, Which native she doth owe.f 8 — i. '£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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 362 pages
...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what 's her history ? Via. 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Michael Henry Rankin - 1841 - 266 pages
...should your lordship. Duhe. , . . 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, She sat like patience... | |
 | Francis Francillon - 1842 - 70 pages
...may be sure of, he cannot do less than you have done before him.—Bolingbroke. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek.—Shakspeare. The grande monde worship a sort of idol, which daily creates men by... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 558 pages
...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. 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 pin'd in thought : And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience... | |
 | F. Francillon - 1842 - 118 pages
...may be sure of, he cannot do less than you have done before him. — Bolingbroke. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. — Shakspeare. The grande monde worship a sort of idol, which daily creates men... | |
 | 1842 - 600 pages
...transcendent abilities of this great musician as a rush-candle to the Bude light. " She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek." Twelfth Night. • " One that loved not wisely, but too well." Othello. These two... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 400 pages
...woman, I should your lordship. Duke. 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... | |
 | Bristol hoax - 1842 - 198 pages
...to have a jealous husband? Alas! if it must be so, better would it have been had I ' never told my love]! but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed, on my damask cheek !' But surely I wrong you. Some one has been endeavouring to impose upon you j let... | |
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