| Book - 1847 - 206 pagini
...countenance of love : Whose favour, like the clouds of spring, might lour, VANITY OF HUMAN GRKATNESS. 119 This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly...in his head. And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every tiling.... | |
| Book - 1847 - 216 pagini
...blows upon my body, E'en till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, VANITY OF HUMAN GREATNESS. 119 This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly...in his head. And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1847 - 578 pagini
...penalty of Adam, The seasons* difference ; as, tho icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wiuo. Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till...what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ;u And this our fife, exempt... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 pagini
...body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, ' This is no flattery ;' these are counsellor« That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the...in his head : And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1848 - 74 pagini
...sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court 1 Here feel we but the penalty of Adam — The seasons'...in his head ! And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.... | |
| David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 pagini
...difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the wintry wind, Which, when it bites and blowi upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile...in his head And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1848 - 498 pagini
...the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as the icy fan?, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which...what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly ana venomous, Wears vet a precious jewel in his head ; And thfs our life, exempt... | |
| 1849 - 628 pagini
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| Frederick Charles Cook - 1849 - 144 pagini
...content. Adam. Master, go on ; and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. E 6 n. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not...I am. . . Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous 1 , Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt... | |
| George Croly - 1849 - 416 pagini
...does name SHAKESPEARE. SOLITUDE. Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court t Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons'...in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.... | |
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