 Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know...  The Spectator ... - Side 3491803Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 sider
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips. that 1 have kisa'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibe* now ? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table oo a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 sider
...oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? yonr songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were went to set the table on a roar ? Not one, now, to mock y ou r own grinning ? quite chap-fallen f Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint... | |
 | John Bull - 1825 - 782 sider
...of merriment, that were wont to bet the table on a roar Î Not one now, to mock your own grinning t quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. THK BKÏWER AND MOHO. A brewer in a courtry town Had got a monstrous reputation ; No other beer but... | |
 | S-l J-n - 1825 - 318 sider
...wealth which had so little power of securing the man before him from helplessness and the grave. " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her let...paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come." But a voice from the grave would scarcely have impeded his haughty heart in the pursuit of his avarice... | |
 | 1825 - 298 sider
...little power of securing the man before him from helplessness and the grave. " Now get you to my ladv's chamber, and tell her let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must But a voice from the grave would scarcely have impeded his haughty heart in the pursuit of his avarice... | |
 | James Boaden - 1825 - 646 sider
...party, and he was to the last degree flat and unprofitable. " Where be your gibes now, your jests, your songs ? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar? Not one now!" I have heard poor Hewerdine firing away from his sawcy cock-boat, upon that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 sider
...in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ?...on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning 42 ? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber 23 , and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 554 sider
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. WheVe be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your...the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own fjrinning*2 ? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber23, and tell her, let her paint an... | |
 | 1826 - 508 sider
...fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. Here hang those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ?...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to ray lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 642 sider
...lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? yonr flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning42? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber23, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
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