 | James Stanley Grimes - 1839 - 346 páginas
...perceptions; and no man by force of imagination, can persuade himself that vinegar is sweet, or " Hold fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus;...By bare imagination of a feast; Or wallow naked in December's snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat." When a well formed and philosophical intellect... | |
 | John Mills - 1841 - 322 páginas
...regained the woods, to reyel in the joy of freedom. CHAPTER XV. A CANTER. — POPPING THE QUESTION. " O no ! the apprehension of the good * Gives but the...more Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore." WITH throbbing temples, Agnes rose from her bed, and, throwing open the window of her room, permitted... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 396 páginas
...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...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, I would not stay.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 594 páginas
...; 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 páginas
...; 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 - 1842 - 594 páginas
...; 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 - 1843 - 516 páginas
...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...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, I would not stay.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 508 páginas
...; 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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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... | |
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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? 
