 | Chambers's journal - 1864 - 432 pagina’s
...cannot think that thou art gone. * * So 'a cried out, God, God, God ! three or four times. Now I. In comfort him, bid him 'a should not think of God ;...'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet. I put my band into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone ; then I felt to his knees, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 730 pagina’s
...had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets,...thoughts yet : so, 'a bade me lay more clothes on hrs feet : I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone ; then I felt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 1092 pagina’s
...sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. ' How now, Sir John Г quoth I : ' what, man ! be o' arth did shake when I was born. Hot. And I say the...you it shook. Glend. The heavens were all on fire, a? any stone; then I felt to his knees, and they were as cold as any stone, and so upward and upward,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 912 pagina’s
...conjectures of subsequent editors appe.^ equally absurd. See Recent New Rrading, at the cnti cf this Act. So 'a cried out — God, God, God ! three or four...trouble himself with any such thoughts yet : So, 'a bde me lay more clothes on his feet : I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1868 - 468 pagina’s
...as sharp as a pen , and 'a babbled of green fields. "How now, Sir John!" quoth I: "what, man! be o' good cheer." So 'a cried out " God , God , God! "...there was no need to trouble himself with any such thought!? yet. So 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed and felt them,... | |
 | John Richard Vernon - 1869 - 384 pagina’s
...had been any Chrisom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' the tide ; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets,...need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet." Here we have reduced to its naked and ghastly absurdity, because expressed in words, that which is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1869 - 1046 pagina’s
...? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God, God ! three or four tunes : is my mother's care, That such an army could be drawn...died Your noble mother ; and, as I hear, my lord, ; th<-n I felt to his knees, and so upward, and upward, ar-il all was as cold as any stone. Nym. They... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Bowdler - 1872 - 538 pagina’s
...turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile npon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ;...'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet : I put my hands into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone ; then I felt to his knees, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Charles Calvert - 1872 - 94 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...into the bed, and felt them, and they were as cold as nny stone. Nym. They say, he cried out of sack. Quick. Ay, that 'a did. Bard. And of women. Quick.... | |
 | 1873 - 892 pagina’s
...cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God, God ! three or four times : now, I, to comfort him, bid him he should not think of God ; I hoped there was no need...clothes on his feet : I put my hand into the bed, and fell them, and they were as cold as any stone ; then I felt to his knees, and so upward and upward,... | |
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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... 
