![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=aQEOAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 544 pàgines
...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... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=HCo6AAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1826 - 408 pàgines
...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 u'pon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=DCEkAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 996 pàgines
...feel we but the penalty of Adam, 1 H 11' seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish eluding 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... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=pGdJAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Enfield - 1827 - 412 pàgines
...court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The season's diff'rence ; as the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Ev'n till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, This is no flatt'ry ; these are counsellors, That feelingly... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=fqIvAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 pàgines
...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 ore counsellors That feelingly... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=fBgAAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1829 - 624 pàgines
...great poet, who has scarce left any thing that is noble unexpressed— " 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... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=CBwHAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1829 - 842 pàgines
...great poet, who has scarce left any thing that is noble unexpressed — " 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... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=331MAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 822 pàgines
...flattered. Id. 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, Ev'n 'till I shrink with cold, I smile and say This a no flattery. Id. As You Like It. A. flatterer... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=riIkAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 484 pàgines
...court ? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,h 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... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=MUAOAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 500 pàgines
...court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as the icy fane, 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... | |
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