 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 304 Seiten
...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...blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, Hamlet, O list! If thou didst ever thy dear father love The Tragedie of Hamlet 43 Hor. He waxes desperate... | |
 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - 240 Seiten
...rurlaH, lut mu' DaQoyDI'. taDlaH 'Iwllj Qup. chevchuqlaH bagh'eghbogh 'ej jeDbogh jlbllj. Act I, Scene V But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh...list! — If thou didst ever thy dear father love — Hamlet Ghost O God! Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. Hamlet Murder! Ghost Murder most... | |
 | John B. Keane - 2001 - 420 Seiten
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 | William L. McBride - 2001 - 276 Seiten
...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...hair to stand on end, / Like quills upon the fretful porpentine,"24 as the Ghost put it. The tale of post-Communist Eastern Europe is accessible to everyone... | |
 | James Williams - 2001 - 212 Seiten
...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." 58. Called to their last account: died. 59. I have not located this proverb in any dictionary of British... | |
 | Thomas Leech - 2001 - 328 Seiten
...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 [porcupine]. Ghost of Hamlet's father, Hamlet. 1, 5 A good spooky story is the staple... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 212 Seiten
...to stand an end 19 Like quills upon the fearful porcupine. 20 But this eternal blazon must not be 21 To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list! If thou didst ever thy dear father love HAMLET O God! GHOST Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. HAMLET Murder? GHOST Murder most foul,... | |
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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... 
