 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 480 страници
...But that I am forbid 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, And each particular hair to stand... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 страници
...But that I am forbid 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... | |
 | Albert Barnes - 1854 - 442 страници
...But that I am forbid 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... | |
 | 1854 - 512 страници
...But that I am forbid To tell the secrects of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold who*e 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... | |
 | William Graham - 1854 - 608 страници
...made the hair of his flesh stand up (Job iv. 15) ; and the tale of the royal ghost in Hamlet — " 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... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 страници
...Bat that I am forbid To tell the seerets of my prison-house, I eould a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their Thy knotted and eombined loeks to part, And eaeh partieular hair to stand on end,... | |
 | P. A. Fitzgerald - 1855 - 296 страници
...I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word ' O 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... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 страници
...4. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Act i. Sc. 5. 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 574 страници
...But that I am forbid 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, And each particular hair to stand... | |
 | Arthur T. Jones - 1856 - 362 страници
...law's delay, The insolence of office," Ac. THE HORSE STORY. " I could a tail 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... | |
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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... 
