 | Ann Ward Radcliffe - 1999 - 436 pągines
...she had for a moment submitted to them, and returned to her chamber wondering at herself. CHAPTER III 'Are not these woods More free from peril than the...envious 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.' SHAKESPEARE.* LA Motte... | |
 | Ronald P. Draper - 2000 - 290 pągines
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 | Sophia Lee - 2000 - 424 pągines
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 | 430 pągines
...order to avoid confusion about the identity of the characters. THE RECESS; OR, A TALE OF OTHER TIMES Are not these Woods More free from peril than the...Here feel we but the penalty of Adam The seasons' difference.1 TO SIR JOHN ELIOT, BARONET/ SIR, I should but affront a heart which finds its first pleasure... | |
 | 顏元叔 - 2001 - 838 pągines
...對打扮如叢林人的隨從們說: ， 帶著他的隨從， 避居於Arden 叢林。 他 Duke Sen. Now my co-mates and brothers in eXile, Hath not old...free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's... | |
 | Carol Rawlings Miller - 2001 - 84 pągines
...Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp* Are not these woods splendor More free from peril than the envious court? Here...icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, scolding Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 464 pągines
...Second Act opens with the immortal lines: Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old atstom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp...free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference? Are not ' old custom ' and ' the seasons' difference... | |
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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... 
