....•in i' of these phrases, and tbe words imagination and apprehension at synonymous with each other. Who can hold a fire in his hand, By thinking on the frosty Caiicasin? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By hare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in...

...resist grief by reasoning upon its inutility, or conquer love by reflecting on its transitory nature — 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 .' " Whip me under the gallows" the...

...resist grief by reasoning upon its inutility, or conquer love by reflecting on its transitory nature — 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 ? banish the Muses from his republic...

...we should use conception, and the words imagination and apprehension as (synonymous with each other. 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's snow,...

...resist grief by reasoning upon its inutility, or conquer love by reflecting on its transitory nature — 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 ? Poetry of life and feeling to be...

...Shakespeare as a dissyllable, as the monosyllable "fire" also is in the following and other instances. " O, who can hold a. fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus." Id. Rich. II. act i. sc. 3. KS- It too often happens that persons endowed with the most agreeable talents...

...of them would sure have stirr'd remorse. Trend. Take comfort, sir, and hope a better day. A'. Heti. Oh ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or wallow, naked, in December's snow, By bare remembrance of the summer's heat. Away ! by Heaven, I shall...

...For gnarling) sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it, and sets it light. Baling. O, houghts I cleave to; What's thy pleasure I Pro. Spirit, We must cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December's snow....

...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 frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December's snow,...

...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 frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite, By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow,...