 | P.G. Wodehouse - Fiction - 2000 - 212 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.' " "That's right. Locks, of course, not socks.... | |
 | Christopher Pye - Literary Criticism - 2000 - 220 pages
...could unfold a tale whose lightest word Would 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. (1.5.13-20) The combination of fragmentation—... | |
 | Mary Thomas Crane - Literary Criticism - 2010 - 276 pages
...harrow up they 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 fearfull porpentine. But this eternal blazon must not be To ears... | |
 | Wendy Wren - English language - 2000 - 163 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. YEAR 6 TERM t 98 But this eternal blazon must... | |
 | Alenka Zupančič - Ethics - 2000 - 288 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'. His wanderings between two worlds, the infernal... | |
 | William L. McBride - Philosophy - 2001 - 276 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,"24 as the Ghost put it. The tale of post-Communist... | |
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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... 
