...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 on a monument, Smiling at Grief. Twelfth-Night, Act II. Sc. 4. York. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted...

...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 on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed ? We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are...

...addition of two parenthesis, give full power and perfect beauty to the whole figure. I read : she pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy...(like patience on a monument,) Smiling at grief. The parenthetical part of the passage requires modulation of the voice. The Poet represents his object,...

...; ie has adorned, by setting it in her most lovely person. SCENE IV.— page 313. VIOLA. she pin'd in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. cile the incongruity of — patience sitting on a monument smiling at grief: and yet, the...

...never told her love; But let concealment, like a worm V 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. Shakesp. Q. What is a Metaphor?* A. A Metaphor is the putting of the name of one thing for...

...never told her love, But let concealmant, like a worm in the hud, 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.*" 277. Emhellishing comparisons, — those with which we are chiefly concerned at present,'...

...never told h«r 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 on a monument, Smiling at grief. Now, chevalier, if you had any design in your pointing to these very pretty lines, I will...

...profound secret — no, " She never told her love ; But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek ; — she pined in thought ; And,...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,...

...Vio. A blank, my lord : she never told her love. Bat let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : She pined in thought) And, with...melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed 1 We men may say more, swear more : but, indeed, Our shows are...

...never told her lov*, 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. Slukipeari. Yet . ,,.Ytt sadly it i*«ui»g, that sue hi shades, Mildly as mourning doves,...