 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...  Henry V - Sivu 28tekijä(t) William Shakespeare - 1811Koko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | William Shakespeare - 1928 - 200 sivua
...not use them. Cymbeiine V, 4 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...pen, and a' babbled of green fields. "How now, Sir Johnl" quoth I: "what, man! be o' good cheer." So a' cried out: "God, God, God!" three or four times.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1909 - 236 sivua
...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 a' babbled of green fields. 'How now, Sir John!' 11. "A' made a finer end"; Ff. 1, 2, "a finer"; Ft. 3, 4, "finer"; Capell, "a fine"; Johnson conj.... | |
 | Robert Louis Stevenson, Marcel Schwob - 1992 - 134 sivua
...tide ; for after I saw him fumble with thé sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose...as sharp as a pen and' a babbled of green fields... «They say, he cried out of sack. » - « Ay, that' a did. » J'avais entendu ce même ballottement... | |
 | Peter Quennell, Hamish Johnson - 2002 - 246 sivua
...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,...upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way . . . 'How now, Sir John!' quoth I: 'what, man, be o' good cheer.' So a' cried out, 'God, God, God... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1286 sivua
...had been any christom child; a' parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' th' 9 t D h> wa? as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. 'How now, Sir John!' quoth I: ' what, man! be... | |
 | John O'Connor - 2001 - 102 sivua
...it had been any christom child. A parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o'th' tide. For after I saw him fumble with the sheets and...and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was 80 but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a babbled of green fields. 'How now, Sir John?'... | |
 | Marcel Schwob - 2006 - 187 sivua
...tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and simile upon hisfingers' ends, I knew there was but one way; for his nose was...as sharp as a pen and' a babbled of green fields. . . The say, he cried out of sack: "Ay, that' a did".** Ya había escuchado este mismo bamboleo de... | |
 | Peter Dechert - 2007 - 114 sivua
...for Warren — well, what about him? They're all doing fine without him. "... at the turning o' the tide for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and...as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. . . BECAUSE of sunlight shifting through a tree the moving pattern silent on the shade between my room... | |
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