 | 顏元叔 - Comedy - 2001 - 838 pages
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Quotations, English - 2002 - 244 pages
...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... | |
 | Yi-fu Tuan - Social Science - 2002 - 246 pages
...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... | |
 | G. Wilsin Knight - Drama - 2002 - 368 pages
...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... | |
 | Wystan Hugh Auden - Drama - 2002 - 428 pages
...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... | |
 | Allardyce Nicoll - Drama - 2002 - 208 pages
...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... 
