 | John William Carleton - 1845
...court ? Here feel we bat 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 arc counsellors, That feelingly... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Caroline Howard Gilman - 1884 - 190 oldal
...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... | |
 | James Pycroft - 1843 - 216 oldal
...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 oldal
...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... | |
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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... 
