 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 trang
...and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Herehung those lips, thatlhavo kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now?...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Ntfw* get1 you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 trang
...and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, thatlhave kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now?...the table on a 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... | |
 | James W. Redfield - 1852 - 348 trang
...second, if it had been as good an index of character as the face ? " How abhorred in my imagination it is ! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that...songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to keep the table on a roar ?" Contrast this with Cowper's address to his mother's picture : — " That... | |
 | William Herbert - 1853 - 234 trang
...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...the table on a 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... | |
 | Spectator The - 1853 - 560 trang
...ho\v abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols,...the table on a roar? not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chop-fallen! Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | 1854 - 474 trang
...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...the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chopfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | Alexander Reid - 1854 - 154 trang
...a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? EXERCISES. 1. I cannot but imagine the virtuous heroes, legislators, and patriots of every... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 824 trang
...knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne •me on hia back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred my imagination...the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own jeer• ing? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | 1856 - 374 trang
...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...the table on a 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... | |
 | Monk Ferris - 1987 - 68 trang
...excellent fancy; he has 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...Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? HORATIO. Ah, sang he then? HAMLET. Incessantly. A voice more of dedication than mellifluity, I warrant,... | |
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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... 
