 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 psl.
...last, — a little shaking of mine arm, o£ 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 let$ me go : And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, He seem'd to find his way... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 psl.
...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,4 , And end his being : That done, he lets me go : And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 psl.
...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 let's me go: And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, He seem'd to find his way without... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 psl.
...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,9 And end his being: That done, he lets me go: And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, He... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 psl.
...last, — a little shaking of mine arm, And thrice his head thus waving up and down, — He rais'dn sigh so piteous and profound, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk,9 And end his being: That done, he lets me go: And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, He... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 psl.
...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 t And, with his head over his shoulder turn'd, He seem'd to find his way... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 psl.
...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... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 psl.
...last, — a little shaking of mine arm, ZI 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... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - 418 psl.
...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 - 1808 - 380 psl.
...desolate— vnstum per inane. Steevens. and his contemporaries for body. So again, in Hamlet: " — it did seem to shatter all his bulk, " And end his being." Malone. 7 .__. grim ferryman —] The folio reads—sour ferryman. 6 within my pantinj\mVi,] Butt is... | |
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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 his eyes ; For out o' doors he went without their... 
