 | Emil August von Schaden - 1845 - 832 psl.
...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 bein. — . Unb фатапп fd)reibt feinem ¿yrciinbe Berber: „£'rcd)t tief geholter ©eufjer... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 psl.
...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... | |
 | 1849 - 490 psl.
...table" um fo beffcr paffen. (Si wäre tann tiefelbe SBortfugung, wie gleich tarauf: ,,lle. raised a sigh so piteous and profound, as it did seem to shatter all his bulk," wobei niât bio§, wie bier gefAehcn, ¡Bagner'e ®rammatit citirt, fontern аиф ter («rierbifrhe... | |
 | 1848 - 650 psl.
...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 psl.
...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... | |
 | 1848 - 722 psl.
...whom he loves, and leave her even because lie loves her, finishes the death and burial of his hopes. " The sigh so piteous and profound, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk, And end his being," could only spring from the depths of a wounded spirit, as he gazed, in the anguish of despair, on the... | |
 | 1848 - 1390 psl.
...loves, and leave her even because he loves her, finishes the death and burial of his hopes. " The sigli so piteous and profound, As it did seem to shatter all his bulk, And end his being," could only spring from the depths of a wounded spirit, as he gazed, in the anguish of despair, on the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 536 psl.
...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, 9 And end his being. That done, he lets me go; And, with his head over his shoulder turned, He seemed... | |
 | Sir Edward Strachey - 1848 - 116 psl.
...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... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 574 psl.
...arm, And thrice his head thus waving up snd 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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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... 
