 | 1905 - 1094 Seiten
...brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The season's difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind Which,... | |
 | Robert Bridges - 1924 - 296 Seiten
...brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; — as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which,... | |
 | Godfrey Fox Bradby - 1926 - 100 Seiten
...brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which,... | |
 | Ernest Augustus Boyd - 1927 - 286 Seiten
...country life: Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which,... | |
 | William Peacock - 1928 - 476 Seiten
...brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which,... | |
 | 1929 - 270 Seiten
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 | State Historical Society of Wisconsin - 1898 - 612 Seiten
...partners in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam — The seasons' difference." On the fourth day we descended, crossed the wide prairie, and... | |
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Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons... 
