 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...  Papers of the Manchester Literary Club - Página 47por Manchester Literary Club - 1880Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1847 - 814 páginas
...cannot he more aptly hit off than hy Dame Quickly in her account of the fat knight's death-bed :— "After I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, 1 knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields."... | |
 | 1847 - 784 páginas
...cannot be more aptly hit off than by Dame Quickly in her account of the fat knight's death-bed : — "After I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finders' ends, 1 knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 456 páginas
...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 with...nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God, God... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 498 páginas
...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... | |
 | 1849 - 644 páginas
...Falstaff 's end — an unrivalled piece of painting, and deeply pathetic in the midst of its humour: 'After I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' end, I knew there was but one way, for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields.'... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, George Walter Prothero - 1849 - 660 páginas
...end — an unrivalled piece of painting, and deeply pathetic in the midst of its humour : ' A fter I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' end, I knew there was but one way, for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields.'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 884 páginas
...any christom child; 'a parted e'en just between twelve and one, e'en at the turning o'th'tide; for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with...nose was 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!'... | |
 | Murray Cox, Alice Theilgaard - 1994 - 482 páginas
...wife, formerly Mistress Quickly, also took the presence of Falstaff's impending death at face-value: 'I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen.' (Henry KII.3.16) THE FLOW AND FORMULATION OF INTERPRETATION Duncan (1989, 699) writing on The flow... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 páginas
...any christom child; a* parted ev'n just between twelve and one, ev'n at the turning o' th' tide: for s in a second fields. 'How now, Sir John!' quoth I: ' what, man! be o' good cheer.' So a' cried out 'God, God, God!'... | |
 | Jean Elizabeth Howard, Phyllis Rackin - 1997 - 276 páginas
...for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, 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? be a' good cheer." So 'a cried out, "God, God, God!"... | |
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