 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 not how oft. Where be your...  Select British Classics - Side 3181803Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 sider
...; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that / have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...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 my Lady's chamber,... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 sider
...times; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is { my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that / have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...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 my Lady's chamber,... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1813 - 310 sider
...Yorick ! he was a fellow of infinite jest ! of most excellent fancy ! — where be your gibes now ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? not one now quite chop-fallen ! Alas ! alas ! alas ! poor Yorick. This, with the spontaneous flood of friendship,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 sider
...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 l know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? vour gambols ? your songs? 3our flashes of merriment,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1872 - 480 sider
...follow from his facility and plenipotence of wit in writing, that he could shine at those extempore " flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar." But, besides the natural inference that way, we have the statement of honest old Aubrey, that " he... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 sider
...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...roar? not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 sider
...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...lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Shakespeare's Hamlet. 7. — Hope. HOPE... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 310 sider
...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...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 502 sider
...back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it.( 5 *) Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not...your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flushes of merriment, that were wont to set ike table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own * peering... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 sider
...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 not how oft. Wnere be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set... | |
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