 | William Shakespeare, Paul Werstine - 2011 - 353 页
...fear, Unpleasing to a married ear. 985 WINTER When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail; When blood is nipped, and ways be (foul,) 990 Then nightly sings the staring owl "Tu-whit to-who. " A merry note,... | |
 | Paul Ford, J. Michael Thompson - 2005 - 236 页
...he knew Nineteenth century And I was Unaware. WHEN icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While... | |
 | John N. Serio, Robert Crockett - 2005 - 60 页
...coldness outside but also the cozy warmth inside. When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipped and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl — Tu-whit, Tu-who, a merry note, While... | |
 | G. M. Pinciss - 2005 - 214 页
...life, its pleasures, fears, pains, and labors: When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipped, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl . . . Moreover, in their language, meter,... | |
 | Kathy Elgin - 2005 - 36 页
...smoo yjtiu puy tyvu di{i When icicles hang by the When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail... LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST, ACT 5, SCENE 2 Most people in Shakespeare's England still worked on the land,... | |
 | Andrew Thomas Breslin - 2005 - 258 页
...comes from a different AngloSaxon root, leogan. When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail. — William Shakespeare, Love's Labour's Lost Aside from the increased level of hubbub surrounding... | |
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Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted... 
