...to any one, and imagined her love for Duncan a profound secret — no " She never told her love; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her...melancholy, She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief." Our social glee and cheerfulness were now completely clouded ; we sat down to our meals,...

...lord ! She never told her lore, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her .1 HIM-!, cheek: she pined in thought, And, with a green and...monument, Smiling at Grief. Was not this love indeed?" The sigh that burst from the lips of Agnes, as her eyes dropped, and she resumed the fancy-work she...

...any one, and imagined her love for Duncan a profound secret — no, " She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her...melancholy, She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief." Our social glee and cheerfulness were now completely clouded ; we sat down to our meals,...

...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...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will, for still we prove -Vluch...

...h'er history? VlOi 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...monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are more than will : for still we prove...

...your lordship. ORS. 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...monument Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? ORS. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house,...

...So saying, she read that beautiful passage from ' Twelfth Night.' ' , " She never told her love, But let concealment like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief." •As she turned over the leaves hastily, a piece of paper fell upon the floor. Edward stooped...

...such as is so beautifully described by Shakspeare, when he says, — " She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief." When long continued, it constitutes grief: when diversified by alternate agonising sensations...

...insanity. Yet the passion remains latent in the bosom of the sufferer, — " She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her...melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at Grief. The passion, corroding invariably, like intense grief from any other cause, undermines the...

...free to penitence and prayer. II. VIOLA. She never told her love ; Hut let concealment, like a worm ii the bud Feed on her damask cheek ; she pined in thought,...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument smiling at grief. I. THE secret by her tongue concealed, Her fading charms declare, And what by words is unrevealed,...