 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 752 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 without... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 str.
...arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down, — He rais'da sigh so piteous and profound, That : that done, he lets me go : And, with his head over his shoulderf tuni'd, He seem'd to find his way... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1861 - 914 str.
...last, — a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down, — • He rais'da : That done, he lets me go : And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, He seem'd to find his way... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 404 str.
...arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down — He rais'cl a 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 eeem'd to find his way... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1863 - 166 str.
...arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down, — He raised a 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, lle seem'd to find his way... | |
 | John Conolly - 1863 - 220 str.
...arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down, — He raised a 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 oyer his shoulder turn'd, He seem'd to find his way without... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 648 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John William Stanhope Hows - 1864 - 498 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 - 1865 - 362 str.
...so; At 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 212 str.
...arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down,— He raised a 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 turned, He seemed 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. 
