| William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 str.
...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, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine... | |
| Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - 418 str.
...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 sphere*, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand... | |
| Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 str.
...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... | |
| William Enfield - 1808 - 434 str.
...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 knotty and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand... | |
| Thomas Hill - 1809 - 372 str.
...a tale unfold Will 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 on end; Like quills upon a fretful porcupine. The Ambassador of Morocco's Story of the Hampstead... | |
| Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 338 str.
...But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, 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... | |
| Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1810 - 336 str.
...But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, 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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 str.
...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^tart from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, Like quills upon the fretful... | |
| William Marrat, Pishey Thompson - 1812 - 488 str.
...ILL. MB. XXIV. 1. 359. The lost soul in Shakspeare says, — " 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 leeks to part, And each particular bair to stand... | |
| William Richardson - 1812 - 468 str.
...But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I conk! 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 5 Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand... | |
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