 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 572 Seiten
...; For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Baling. O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on...tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way: Had I thy youth, and cause,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Benjamin Humphrey Smart - 1839 - 490 Seiten
...thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou com'st. [Bolingbroke.] O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on...By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December's snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? 0 no ! the apprehension of the good, Gives... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 Seiten
...Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December's snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? O,...worse : Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more, s Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. / [91 I am afraid our author in this place designed... | |
 | James Stanley Grimes - 1839 - 346 Seiten
...perceptions; and no man by force of imagination, can persuade himself that vinegar is sweet, or " Hold fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus;...By bare imagination of a feast; Or wallow naked in December's snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat." When a well formed and philosophical intellect... | |
 | John Mills - 1841 - 322 Seiten
...regained the woods, to reyel in the joy of freedom. CHAPTER XV. A CANTER. — POPPING THE QUESTION. " O no ! the apprehension of the good * Gives but the...tooth doth never rankle more Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore." WITH throbbing temples, Agnes rose from her bed, and, throwing open the window... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 396 Seiten
...dance : For gnarling " sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Bol. O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on...tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. Gaunt. Come, come, my son ; I 'll bring thee on thy way : Had I thy youth and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 594 Seiten
...; For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light.] Boling. O ! who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on...sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites5, but lanceth not the sore. Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way : Had I thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 594 Seiten
...; For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light.] Baling. O ! who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on...sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites5, but lanceth not the sore. Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way: Had I thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 594 Seiten
...; For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light.] Baling. O ! who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on...sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites5, but lanceth not the sore. Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way: Had I thy... | |
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O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? 
