...that exquisite paraphrase, in which the character is so beautifully summed up : — She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i the bud,...melancholy, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Of Shakspeare's comic female characters we need mention only Rosalind and Beatrice. In the...

...that exquisite paraphrase, in which the character is so beautifully summed up : — She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,...melancholy, She sat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Of Shakspeare's comic female characters we need mention only Rosalind and Beatrice. In the...

...English writers the clove-gilly flower, from its perfume resembling that of cloves. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,...melancholy, She sat (like Patience on a monument) Smiling at grief. Shakspeare. It is a fearful thing, To love as I love thee ; to feel the world — The bright,...

...never told her love, Sut let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, r'eed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy,...love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, ind* rd, )ur shows are more than will ; for still we pro\ < vluch in our vows, but little in our love....

...turmoil, A blessed soul doth in Elysium. Two Gentiemen of Verona, Act II. So. 10. -She never told her love But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Tuielfth-NigU, Act II. So. 6. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted...

...formally assigned to it in the catalogue; but the epigraph, from 'Twelfth Night'— ' She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,...melancholy, She sat, like "Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief — indicates the subject, and (what is better far) the work itself reveals it. Here we are...

...how Beats the strong Heart, though less the Lips avow. 3Lflb0, — Sliakspeare. SHE never told her Love, But let Concealment, like a worm i' the bud,...Melancholy She sat (like patience on a monument) Smiling at Grief. ..,/ fLobe, — Byron. THJT there was something wanting on the whole— I don't know what,...

...daughter loved a man, As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship. Duke. And what 's her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told...green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on u monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but, inueed....

...and now she struggled hard, first to conceal, and then to overcome it. Truly, " She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? " At the end of the time I have mentioned, Arthur could not always hide his feelings towards me,...

...jaundiced hue of the skin, as resulting from the moral cause, unrequited love : " She never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' the bud,...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief."' The scorbutic origin of diseases, then, is the only origin we hold to or know of, the only...