 | Thomas Miller - 1839
...court 1 Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The season's difference ; as the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade... | |
 | James Pycroft - 1843 - 216 Seiten
...kindly influences of imagination, to make us happier and make us better, " The icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say ' This is no flattery ; these are counsellors That feelingly persuade... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843
...court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly... | |
 | Vanbrugh Livingston - 1843 - 242 Seiten
...court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The season's difference ; as, the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844
...court Î Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The season's difference ; as the icy fang And churlish a b . shrink with cold, I smile and say, ' This is no flatten- ;' these are counsellors That feelingly persuade... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845
...court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The season's difference ; as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, t This is no flattery ; these are counsellors That feelingly persuade... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 484 Seiten
...court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, '"This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade... | |
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The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me... 
