 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 396 pagini
...dance : For gnarling " sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Bol. 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 594 pagini
...; For gnarling sorrow hath less 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...sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites5, but lanceth not the sore. Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way : Had I thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 594 pagini
...; 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...sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites5, but lanceth not the sore. Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way: Had I thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 594 pagini
...; 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...sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites5, but lanceth not the sore. Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee on thy way: Had I thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 516 pagini
...to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Boling. O, who can hold a fire in his hand-1. By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry...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 - 1843 - 508 pagini
...; For gnarling sorrow bath less power to hite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light.] Boling, O! who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on...December snow , By thinking on fantastic summer's beat? O '. no : the apprehension of the good , Gives but the greater feeling to the worse : Fell sorrow's... | |
 | Dugald Stewart - 1843 - 632 pagini
...former of these phrases, and the words imagination and apprehension as synonymous with each other. Who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the...appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow nake'l in December's snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? Oh no ! the apprehension of the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 1008 pagini
...gnarling * sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sett it light. fíuíing. О, *thoudisdain'stinher,thewhich I can build up. Strange...that our bloods, Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd «allow naked in December snow, liy thinking on fantastick summer's beat ? O, no, the apprehension... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 pagini
...hold a fire in bis hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of nppetile, By a bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December...tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. Anecdote. Л rich Camjianian lady, fond of pomp and show, being on a visit to... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 pagini
...hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By a bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December...tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. Anecdote. A rich Campanian lady, fond of pomp and show, being on a visit to Cornelia,... | |
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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? 
