 | William Shakespeare - 1837 - 516 pàgines
...For gniirling* sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Bdinf;. 0, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on...December snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat 7 0, no ! the apprehension of the good, Gives but the greater feeling to the worse : Fell sorrow's... | |
 | Alexander Jamieson - 1837 - 312 pàgines
...we should use conception, and the words imagination and apprehension are synonymous with each other. Who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the...By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December's snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? Oh no ! the apprehension of the good Gives... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pàgines
...often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails. 13 — ii. 2. ; 353 Delusion of imagination. O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the...more, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. 17— i. 3. 334 Violence of love. This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property foredoes0... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 pàgines
...For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Bating. O, us idle-headed eld Received, and did deliver to our age. This tale of did never rankle more, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I'll... | |
 | Andrew Steinmetz - 1838 - 360 pàgines
...not such men be trusted. 76. And his affections dark as Erebus, 160. Oh who can hold a fire in'his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy...December snow, By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? Oh no, the apprehension of the good Gives but the greatest feeling to the worse ; Fell sorrow's tooth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 572 pàgines
...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 the...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 - 1839 - 568 pàgines
...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 the...more, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. Gaunt. Come, come, my son, I'll bring thee en thy way: Had I thy youth, and cause, I would not stay.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 pàgines
...silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails. 13 — i 353 Delusion of imagination. O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the...tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites, but lancelh not the sore. 17— 354 Violence of love. This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 480 pàgines
...often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails. 13 — id. 2. 353 Delusion of imagination. O, who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the...wallow naked in December snow, By thinking on fantastic Bummer's heat? O, no ! the apprehension of the good, Gives but the greater feeling to the worse : Fell... | |
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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? 
