 | Elaine L. Robinson - Literary Criticism - 2006 - 252 pages
...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.39 Similarly relevant, also, is the fact that... | |
 | Sandi Toksvig - Juvenile Fiction - 2007 - 191 pages
...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 porcupine." The officer nodded. He had no idea what it meant... | |
 | Marvin W. Hunt - Literary Criticism - 2007 - 256 pages
...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... | |
 | Margreta de Grazia - Literary Criticism - 2007 - 267 pages
...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 an end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine. (1.5.15-20) As the sight of the Medusa turned... | |
 | Sandi Toksvig - Juvenile Fiction - 2007 - 191 pages
...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 porcupine." The officer nodded. He had no idea what it meant... | |
 | Justus Nieland - History - 2008 - 313 pages
...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... | |
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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 on end, Like quills upon the... 
