 | 顏元叔 - 2001 - 838 Seiten
...court? Here feel we not 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... | |
 | Wystan Hugh Auden - 2002 - 428 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... | |
 | G. Wilsin Knight - 2002 - 368 Seiten
...solitudes of Arden, its lyric peace and shepherd love. There the Duke welcomes 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. . . .' (ni 6) This winter suggestion is an... | |
 | Yi-fu Tuan - 2002 - 246 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 Seiten
...court? Here feel we not 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 counselors That feelingly persuade... | |
 | Allardyce Nicoll - 2002 - 208 Seiten
...the central idea of our production, and its optimism is expressed in the words of the banished Duke: 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... 
