 | Sandi Toksvig - 2007 - 204 sivua
...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...stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine." The officer nodded. He had no idea what it meant or that it was from Shakespeare's Hamlet. He stood... | |
 | Sandi Toksvig - 2007 - 204 sivua
...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...stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine." The officer nodded. He had no idea what it meant or that it was from Shakespeare's Hamlet. He stood... | |
 | Joan Fitzpatrick - 2007 - 188 sivua
...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...stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine. (1.5.15-20) But this remains off limits "To ears of flesh and blood" (1.5.22). Greenblatt concluded... | |
 | Marvin W. Hunt - 2007 - 272 sivua
...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 fearful porpentine. The frightful vision of a realm of torment was useful to the Catholic Church in... | |
 | João Biehl, Byron Good, Arthur Kleinman - 2007 - 477 sivua
...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...stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porcupine. (1.5.15-20) The link is the astonishingly palpable physiological effect of spectral fiction, dream,... | |
 | Justus Nieland - 2008 - 336 sivua
...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 fretful porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. 18. Hartley, review ofNightwood,... | |
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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 And... 
