 | British poets - 1824 - 676 str.
...in both ! O heaven ! a beast that wants discourse, or reason, Would have mourn'd longer. He rais'da sigh so piteous and profound, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk, And end his being. What say you now ? What comfort have we now ? By heaven, I'll hate him everlastingly, That bids me... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 str.
...so; At last—a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down,— Herais'da sigh so piteous and profound, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk")", And end his being: That done, he lets me go: And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, He seem'd to find his way without... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 str.
...last, — a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down,— • He raised a sigh so piteous and profound, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk, And end his being : That done, he lets me go ; And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, He seem'd to find his way... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 str.
...last, — a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down,- — He rais'da sigh so piteous and profound, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk*, And end his being : That done, he lets me go : And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, He seem'd to find his way... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 str.
...little shaking of mine ar And thrice his head thus waving up tie rats'da sigh so piteous and profc As it did seem to shatter all his bulk And end his being : That done, he 1 And, with his head over in- shouldei rie seern'd to find hia way without b Tor out... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 str.
...Hanging down like the loose cincture which confines the fetters or gyves round the ancles. He rais'da sigh so piteous and profound, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk ", And end his being : That done, he lets me go: And, with his head over his shoulder tuni'd, He seem'd to find his way... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 554 str.
...person, personally add your own observations of his conduct to these inquiries respecting him. He rais'da sigh so piteous and profound, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk ", And end his being : That done, he lets me go : And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, He seem'd to find his way... | |
 | 1826 - 508 str.
...last — a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down — He raised 8 sigh so piteous and profound, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk, And end his being : that done, he lets me go ; And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, He seem'd to find his way... | |
 | 1829 - 846 str.
...closet.' At last, a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice hit bead thus waving up and down, He raised a sigh so piteous and profound, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk, And end his being.' What say you to this? — His bulk ! The sigh was so profound, that it seemed to shatter even hi. ч... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 str.
...At last,— a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down,— He rais'da sigh so piteous and profound, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk,' And end his being : That done, he lets me go And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, He seem'd to find his way without... | |
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Then goes he to the length of all his arm ; And with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it. 
