...marked the change, but heard hot a repining murmur pass her lips. — " She never ^told her wrongs, 'but let concealment, like a worm in the bud, prey on her damask cheek. '*— -'Her mother likewise saw it — for who can blind affection ? and the very illness under which,...

...said Orsino. " Too well I know," replied Viola, '" what love women may owe to men. They are as true of heart as we are. My father had a daughter loved a...man, as I perhaps, were I a woman, should love your lordship.1' " And what is her history?" said Orsino. "A blank, my lord," replied Viola: "she never...

...repeated those lines : — She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' th' bud. Feed on her damask cheek : She pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She oat, like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Now, chevalier, if you had any design in yonr pointing...

...forsaken — " wasting their sweetness on the desert air." Shakespeare's Viola, who " never told her love, but let concealment like a worm in the bud, prey on her damask cheek," is a type of the numberless fair creatures of this earth who live and love and pass away unheeded....

..." She never told her lore, But let concealment, like a worm in the bod, Ferd on her damask check ; She pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She lat like patience on a monument Smiling at grief." SlMUSnAU. A MURE considerable and alarming lapse...

...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, Shs sat like Patience on a monument. Smiling at Grief. Was not this love indeed ?" The sigh that burst...

...in the Twelfth Night:— She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm Г UT bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined In thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, 6he aal, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. . At other times, the passion is characterized...

...the poet describe her who " 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 siil, like Patience ou a monument, Smiling at grief."— Further see the Christian heroine, who feels...

...love ! — To how many might be applied the beautiful lines of Shakspeare ! — " She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm in the bud, Prey on her damask cheek." Strong passions have great influence on the organization. In physical education, it is necessary to...

...triumph she could not otherwise than feel. The grief of the first wife was observed by all for ; — " She pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy — She eat like patience on a monument — Smiling at grief." Her heart was too heavy with the weight of its...