...referved ftate. It attempts concealment, even from the bofom of a friend ; like Viola in Shakefpear, Who never told her love : But let concealment, like a worm in the bud. Feed on her damafk cheek. This difpofuion may proceed from fome peculiar t delicacy in the caufe of grief, —...

...fpecies which relieves itfell by external effufion, and loud lamentation ; {he never fhed a tear, • but let concealment, like a worm in the bud, feed on her damafk, cheek: .(lie pin'd in thought.' Her virtues and her beauty excited geneial admiration, the...

...Joy. After the violent effusions of the mind, in the first emotions, it subsides into a pensive and H reserved state. It attempts concealment, even from...proceed from some peculiar delicacy in the cause of grief,—from that indolence, which is the reverse both of the vivacity and loquacity of joy,—from...

...Clarendon. » CONCEALMENT, nf [from conceal, i. tThe a£t of hiding ; fecrefy. — She never to!d her love ; But let concealment, like a worm in the bud, Feed on her darnaik check. Shalt. a. The ftate of being hid ; privacy ; dclitefcence. — A pcrfon of great abilities...

...heart, for if she were really in love, at the time of which I afn now speaking — -Sh* never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm in the bud, Feed on her damask cheek . Adeline, took little delight in the amusements which Zuricl) presented to her : she longed to return...

...compelled to love by the impulse of Venus, yet sensible to honour, shame, and virtue, never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm in the bud, Feed on her damask cheek ; who, having dropped an unguarded expression which she thought disclosed too much, was ashamed of...

...and yet neglected or 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...

...though all impressions are instantly made, they are as instantly lost." "She never told her grief, But let concealment, like a worm in 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,...

...in livery about Admiral Calmady's red nose. CONSTANCY; Or, the Fate of Eleanor. She never told her love But let concealment, like a worm in the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. SHAKSPFAFIE. It was on the close of a fine day in July, that I walked out to enjoy an evening ramble....

...striking affinity to the caution of Edgar Mandelbert, she wiped the rouge from her face, and prepared to " let concealment, like a worm in the bud, feed on her damask cheek." To afford decorous support to this fancy, her gayest clothes were thrown aside to make way for a negligence...