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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts - Страница 2385
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The Yale Literary Magazine, Том 11

1846 - 484 страници
...heuvcn. You doubtless think our path is strewn with flowers, but " 1 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...

Lectures delivered at literary and mechanics' institutions. Sequel

William Henry Leatham - 1847 - 84 страници
...relief. Shakspeare describes the effects of fear as follows : — " 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...

The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of ..., Том 8

William Shakespeare - 1847 - 554 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...

Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, Том 3

William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 страници
...But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest hus. I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too starv'da subject for my sword. But start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand...

Sharpe's London Magazine, Том 6

1848 - 314 страници
...away." Leaving behind a revelation so thrice horrible, a tale of horrors unrevealed, " 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...

The British orator

Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 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...

Mnemotechny, Or Art of Memory ...: With a Mnemotechnic Dictionary

Pliny Miles - 1850 - 372 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...

Mnemotechny, or art of memory, theoretical and practical: with a ...

Pliny Miles - 1850 - 374 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...

Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Том 20

William Harrison Ainsworth - 1851 - 570 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, Ami each particular hair to stand...

The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from ...

William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 страници
...But that I am forbid To.tf I1 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...




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