 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 692 páginas
...persuade 'trim'. n. i Enter Duke Senior, A miens, and two or three Lards dressed ¡ike foresters DUKE Now my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old...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... | |
 | Paul Alpers - 1997 - 448 páginas
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 | Hugh Grady - 1996 - 270 páginas
...identified as a logocentrism— seems to be articulated as part of our introduction to Arden by Duke Senior: Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than...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... | |
 | Walter Schmitz - 1997 - 304 páginas
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 | Edward Tomarken - 1997 - 646 páginas
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 | William Shakespeare - 2004 - 1458 páginas
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 | Malcolm Andrews - 1999 - 260 páginas
...evocation of retreat from court and city expressed by Duke Senior in As You Like If (Act n, Scene i): Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old...woods More free from peril than the envious court? . . . our life exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons... | |
 | Alex White - 1999 - 216 páginas
...the envious court? Here feel we safe from the THIS CENTERED SUBHEAD POKES HALF IN AND HANGS HALF OUT Hath not old custom made this life more sweet than...free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we thick upon him. The third day here comes a frost, a killing frost. • Breaker heads that run longer... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1998 - 308 páginas
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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 what... 
