 A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child ; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...  The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Page 44by William Shakespeare - 1908Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 456 pages
...any christom child ;1 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o' the tide :2 for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play...fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John ? quoth I : what, man... | |
 | 1848 - 742 pages
...Nay sure, he 's not in hell ; lie 's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. He made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any Christom...just between twelve and one, even at the turning o" th" tide ; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with the flowers, and smile upon his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 498 pages
...it had been any christom1 child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o'thr tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers1 ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was •u sharp as a pen. and 'a babbled... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1849 - 952 pages
...Quick. Nay, sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made 0 ` 0 e'en at turning o'the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 580 pages
...went away, an it had been any christom2 child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide ; for after I saw him fumble with...fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields.3 How now, sir John ? quoth I ; 1 ie let... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 554 pages
...went away, an it had been any christom 2 child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide; for after I saw him fumble with...fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. 3 How now, sir John ? quoth I; 2 ie chrisom... | |
 | 1850 - 600 pages
...Falstatf's end — an unrivaled piece of painting, and deeply pathetic in the midst oi its humor : " After I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with...fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way, for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields." Falstaff, to whom a tavern chair was the... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - 604 pages
...Falstaff's end — an unrivaled piece of painting, and deeply pathetic in the midst of its humor : " After I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with...fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way, for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and "a babbled of green fields." Falstaff, to whom a tavern chair was the... | |
 | William Harrison Ainsworth - 1850 - 582 pages
...reach. " Nay, sure he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end, and went away an it had been any Christom...child; '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 play with flowers, and... | |
 | Henry Giles - 1851 - 322 pages
...struggles of an expiring soul. " 'A parted," she says, " even just between twelve and one, e'en at turning o' the tide ; for after I saw him fumble with...fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John ? quoth I : What, man... | |
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