 | Robert Fergusson - 1773 - 344 sayfa
...And golden age begin again. ON THE COLD MONTH OF APRIL, 1771. Oh ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ; Or cloy the hungry...By bare imagination of a feast ; Or wallow naked in December's snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? SHAKSPEARB'S Richard II. POETS in vain have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 sayfa
...power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Boling. O, who can hold a fire in his hand. By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry...sorrow's 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 632 sayfa
...power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Boling. O, who can. hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry...sorrow's 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,... | |
 | William Enfield - 1804 - 418 sayfa
...cover that stand bare I How many be commanded , that command I Oh , who can hold a fire in his hand , By thinking on the frosty Caucasus : Or cloy the hungry...By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December's snowy By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? Oh , no ! the apprehension of the good Gives... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 480 sayfa
...power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Boling. O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry...sorrow's 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 sayfa
...hold a fire in his hand, &.c.~] Fire is here, as in many other places, used as a dissyllable. Malone. Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination...sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I '11 bring thee on thy way: Had I thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 sayfa
...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 the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry...snow, By thinking on fantastick summer's heat ? O, noj the apprehension of the good, Gives but the greater feeling to the worse : Fell sorrow's tooth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 346 sayfa
...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 the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry...sorrow's 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... | |
 | Robert Fergusson - 1807 - 378 sayfa
...its purity and lustre fails." OK THE COLD MONTH OF APRIL, 1771. Oh ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ; Or cloy the hungry...By bare imagination of a feast ; Or wallow naked in December's snow By thinking on fantastic Summer's heat ? SHAKE sr. RICHARD II. POETS in vain have hailed... | |
 | Robert Fergusson - 1807 - 378 sayfa
...its purity and lustre fails." ON THE COLD MONTH OF APRIL, 1771, Oh ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ; Or cloy the hungry...By bare imagination of a feast ; Or wallow naked in December's snow By thinking on fantastic Summer's heat ? SHAKES?. RICHARD II. POETS in vain have hailed... | |
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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? 
