 | James Hurdis - 1810 - 358 стор.
...Perdita come tripping forth With mint and marj'ram, rosemary and rue : Or Viola, that never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damask cheek. With hearty laugh We still dismiss the still outwitted rogue, But still pretending Falstaff.... | |
 | Encyclopaedia Britannica - 1810 - 824 стор.
...wall he flies, And fires his hoft with loud repeated cries. Iliad, Book xli. 521. . She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her daraaik cheek : fhe pin'd in thought ; And with a green and yellow melancholy, She fit like Patience... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1811 - 698 стор.
...do pity you, from my soul. Miu Har. Then, why won't you leave me ? Young Cla. ' She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damask cheek.' Take warning, miss, when you once begin to pine in thought, 'tis all over with you ;... | |
 | British drama - 1811 - 710 стор.
...do pity yoo, from my soul. Miss Har. Then, why won't yon leave me ? Young Cla. ' She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud Feed on her damask cheek.' Take warning, miss, when yon once begin to pint in thought, 'tis all over with you ;... | |
 | William miller, albemarle street: and james carpenter - 1811 - 438 стор.
...English. With the accent of her country, she very prettily repeated those lines: -She never told her love; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek: She pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat, like Patience... | |
 | Modern theatre - 1811 - 372 стор.
...power. Enter CHARLOTTE, witk a volume of Shakespeare in her hand. Char. (Reading. ) " She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 436 стор.
...thing I ever saw. It is an image of patience. Speaking of a maid in love, he says, She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 480 стор.
...[Exeunt MONTAGUE and Lady. BEN. Good morrow, cousin. ROM. Is the day so young ?l " She never told her love, " But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud, " Feed on her damask cheek." . In the last Act of this play our poet has evidently imitated the Rosamond of Daniel;... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1815 - 748 стор.
...adjectively, and vice versa ; and that too, with a happiness peculiar to himself. Read : " She never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' th" bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought ; And with agrein and hallow melancholy, . She sat like Patience... | |
 | 1814 - 680 стор.
...and publick ravins of Dido's passion, as is excited by the purer sentiment of Shake*peare's heroine, who " never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, feed on her damask cheek "? These are some of the sources of modern superiority. Tbeie, glowing... | |
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But let concealment like a worm i' th' 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 at grief. 
