 | Robert J. Pellegrini, Theodore R. Sarbin - 2002 - 256 páginas
...day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of Nature Are burnt and purged away? But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of...blood, Make thy two eyes like stars, start from their Spheres, Thy knotty and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand an end, Like Quills... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 340 páginas
...of nature Are burnì and purged away. But that I am forbid To tell the secreta of my prison house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow...blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part, And each particular hair to stand an end Like quills... | |
 | Johann Gottfried Herder - 2002 - 152 páginas
...phrases in inverted quotation marks are in English in the original. See Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1.5.15-20: "I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word / Would...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... | |
 | Johann Gottfried Herder - 2002 - 152 páginas
...phrases in inverted quotation marks are in English in the original. See Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1.5.15-20: "I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word / Would...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... | |
 | Jan Bondeson - 2002 - 324 páginas
...in this instance being the coffin):17 Oh Reader! — But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of the prison-house I could a tale unfold, whose lightest...freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, shoot from their spheres. . . . MIRACLES OF THE DEAD In our graveyards with winter winds blowing There's... | |
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Barry Morse - 2003 - 225 páginas
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 | Anthony Low - 2003 - 270 páginas
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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,... 
