 | 1865 - 820 str.
...which he took a fantastic but reluctant farewell of the cherished hope of his life, real despair in the sigh "so piteous and profound as it did seem to shatter all his bulk and end his being." By an unconscious self-deception, the grief arising out of the gloomy presentiment of his desperate... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 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 - 1844 - 554 str.
..., And thrice his head thus waving up and down , — lie rais'da sigh so piteous and profound , That 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 Hazlitt - 1845 - 512 str.
...he so; At last a little shaking of my 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... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1845 - 510 str.
...he so ; At last a little shaking of my 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... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 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 without... | |
 | 1848 - 650 str.
...last, — a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice hi-; head thus wavving 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 - 1847 - 872 str.
...arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down, — He rais'da sigh so piteous and profound, That ! Cas. Come hither, Proculeius : Go, and say We purpose That done, he lets me go, And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, He seem'd to find his way without... | |
 | Henry Norman Hudson - 1848 - 366 str.
...cherished Ophelia; for he loves her too well to entangle her in the web of horrors frdm which he jees no" escape for himself. But, though he resigns the...prospects and purposes in the awful words, " Remember me." fBut amid these accumulated agonies, and though suffering all that he can suffer save remorse and self-reproach,... | |
 | Sir Edward Strachey - 1848 - 116 str.
...arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down,— He rais'da sigh so piteous and profound, That 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... | |
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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. 
