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... Hamletby William Shakespeare - 1971 - 104 pagesNo preview available - About this book
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...Resounded; and had earth been then, all earth Had to her centre shook. Paradise Lost, B. vi. I. 207. Ghost. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison.house,...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 upon the fretful... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1819
...and had earth been then, all earth Had to her centre shook. Paradise Lost, book vi. 1. 20", Ghost — But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house,...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 upon the fretful... | |
 | Mathew Carey - 1819
...despotism ? 49 CHAPTER XIX. Examination of the cruelt1es said to have been perpetrated by the Irish. " I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow...spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine." Shaktpeart. THE frauds and falsehoods which we have exposed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 466 pages
...fast in fire, ( ^ Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. (93) But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house,...unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; a freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their Thy knotted and combined... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1819
...ZOf . Ghost But that I am forbid ''^^ To tell the secrets of my prison-house, 1 could a tale untold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze...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 upon the fretful... | |
 | William Shakespeare, James Boswell, Edmond Malone, Samuel Johnson, Alexander Pope, Mr. Theobald (Lewis), George Steevens, Sir Thomas Hanmer, William Warburton, Edward Capell, Richard Farmer, Isaac Reed, Nicholas Rowe, Arthur Brooke, George Chalmers - 1821
...sicknesse and hunger ;" &c. Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away 5. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house,...thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Again, in Love's Labour's Lost : " love's fasting pain." It is observable, that in the statutes of... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - 346 pages
...confin'd to "fast in fire, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away. Bat that I am forbid, To tell the secrets of my prisonhouse,...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 upon the... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - Drama - 1823
...father's spirit : Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night ; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forhid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - Drama - 1824
...father's spirit : Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,...combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand an-endf Like quills upon the fretful Porcupine : But this eternal blazon4 must not be To ears of flesh... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens, Nicholas Rowe, Samuel Johnson - 1824
...father's spirit ; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night ; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature,...start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined looks to part, And each particular hair to stand an-end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : •... | |
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