 | Robert Barnabas Brough - 1858 - 306 pagina’s
...and one, e'en at turning of the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with the flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew...hoped, there was no need to trouble himself with any snch thoughts yet : so 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet : I put my hand into the bed, and felt... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Charles John Kean - 1859 - 106 pagina’s
...Heaven, Heaven! three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a should not think of Heaven; I hoped, there was no need to trouble himself with...and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone. Bard. (E.) 'Would I were with him, wheresome'er he is! Nym. (Rc) They say he cried out of sack. Quick.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 1120 pagina’s
...sir John 'f quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God, God i three or lour times : now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a should not...thoughts yet ; So, "a bade me lay more clothes on lus feet : I put my band into the bed, and felt them, arid they were as cold as any stone; then I felt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 790 pagina’s
...a table of Greenfield's ; " and the equally atrocious sophistication of Mr. Collier's annotator— God, God! three or four times : now I, to comfort...I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with anj1 such thoughts yet : so, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his leet : I put my hand into the bed,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 188 pagina’s
...it had been any christom child ;f 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets,...and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone. DESCRIPTION OF NIGHT IN A CAMP. From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 182 pagina’s
...it had been any christom child ;f 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide ; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets,...trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So 'a bade mo lay more clothes on his feet : I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold... | |
 | 1860 - 582 pagina’s
...big finger's end I knew there was bat one way ; for his nose was As sharp as a pin, and 'a babbled o* green fields. How now. Sir John? quoth I. What, man.'...such thoughts yet. So 'a bade me Lay more clothes on hie feet. I pat my hand Into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold As any stone ; then I felt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 420 pagina’s
...subsequent editors appear equally absurd. See Recent New Rrading, at the end of this Act. coffers IV. So 'a cried out — God, God, God ! three or four...thoughts yet : So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on bis feet : I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then I felt... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1902 - 884 pagina’s
...the hostess narrates it ? ' How now, Sir John, quoth I, what, man ! be of good cheer. So a' cried out God, God, three or four times. Now I, to comfort him,...need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet.' Humour can go no farther than that terrible, illuminating phrase, which is laughable enough, heaven... | |
 | 1860 - 568 pagina’s
...o' green fields. How now. Sir John? quoth I. What, man ! be of good cheer 1 So 'a cried out, ' Qod, God, God,' three or four times. Now I, to comfort...there was no need to trouble Himself with any such thought* yet. So 'a bade me Lay more clothes on his feet. I pat my hand Into the bed and felt them,... | |
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a cried out — God, God, God ! three or four times : now I, to comfort him, bid him, 'a should not think of God; I hoped, there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: So, 'a... 
