 | Alexander Jamieson - 1837 - 312 oldal
...we should use conception, and the words imagination and apprehension are synonymous with each other. Who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the...By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December's snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? Oh no ! the apprehension of the good Gives... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 oldal
...Silence, eloquent. The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails. 13 — ii. 2. ; 353 Delusion of imagination. O, who can hold a fire...tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. 17— i. 3. 334 Violence of love. This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 oldal
...: For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Bating. tious idle-headed eld Received, and did deliver to our age. This tale of did never rankle more, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I'll... | |
 | Andrew Steinmetz - 1838 - 360 oldal
...not such men be trusted. 76. And his affections dark as Erebus, 160. Oh who can hold a fire in'his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy...December snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? Oh no, the apprehension of the good Gives but the greatest feeling to the worse ; Fell sorrow's tooth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 568 oldal
...; 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 en thy way: Had I thy youth, and cause,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 572 oldal
...; 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 oldal
...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 oldal
...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 oldal
...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 oldal
...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... | |
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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? 
