 | Karen D. Arnold, Ilda Carreiro King - 1997 - 362 pagina’s
...the Banished Duke in the Forest of Arden: Even till 1 shrink with cold, I smile and say 'This is not flattery; these are counsellors That feelingly persuade...what I am.' Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous. Wears yet a precious jewel in his head. As You Like It (Act ii, Scene... | |
 | 1984 - 444 pagina’s
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 | 顏元叔 - 2001 - 838 pagina’s
...of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we not the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as 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 everything.... | |
 | Carol Rawlings Miller - 2001 - 84 pagina’s
...Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, scolding Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even...persuade me what I am.' Sweet are the uses of adversity. And this our life exempt from public haunt Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons... | |
 | Wystan Hugh Auden - 2002 - 428 pagina’s
...regular society. Duke Senior, in the Forest of Arden, first adopts a conventional pastoral posture: Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old...in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Find tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything:... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 244 pagina’s
...upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say 'This is no flattery: these are counselors 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.... | |
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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... 
