 I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon...  The Popular Educator - Страница 1181856Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 страници
...To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this... | |
 | William Marrat, Pishey Thompson - 1812 - 488 страници
...The lost soul in Shakspeare says, — " I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined leeks to part, And each particular bair to stand on end like quills... | |
 | William Richardson - 1812 - 468 страници
...To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I conk! a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres 5 Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 страници
...To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 страници
...tell the secrets of my prison-house, . . . I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotty and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 страници
...To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotty and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 страници
...harrow up thy soul ; freeze Iby young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand an-end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine: fiut this eternal blazon must not be To ears... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 страници
...tell the secrets of my prison-house, [bid I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1816 - 452 страници
...To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotty and comhined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1817 - 708 страници
...To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this... | |
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