 | 1889 - Počet stránok 1032
...court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The season's difference, as the icy Tang 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 - 1993 - Počet stránok 134
...court? Here feel we not25 the penalty of Adam,26 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 10 That feelingly persuade... | |
 | Michael Hanke - 1994 - Počet stránok 164
...the woods] feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; äs, 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 - 1994 - Počet stránok 692
...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 10 'This is no flattery; these are counsellors That feelingly persuade... | |
 | Paul Alpers - 1997 - Počet stránok 448
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 | Hugh Grady - 1996 - Počet stránok 270
...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... | |
 | Edward Tomarken - 1997 - Počet stránok 646
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 | Ingrid Daemmrich - 1997 - Počet stránok 256
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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... 
