 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 páginas
...? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment ? that were wont to set a table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen...What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fasion i' the earth ! Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt so ? pah ! Hor. E'en so, my lord.... | |
 | John Burke, Bernard Burke - 1847 - 636 páginas
...The boasted human form — the human face divine ! and must they come to this ? Ah, yea, indeed. " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...this favour she must come : make her laugh at that." But — we may not moralize. It is hard to account for the obscure hiding of those whose lineage so... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 páginas
...? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? And pour'd them down before him. Ang. We are sent,...honour, He bade me from him call thee thane of Caw Hur. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o' this fashion i' the earth ? Uor.... | |
 | Bernard Burke - 1849 - 528 páginas
...The boasted human form — the human face divine ! And must they come to this ? Ah, yea, indeed ! " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...thick, to this favour she must come : make her laugh at hat." But — we may not moralize. It is hard to account for the obscure hiding of those whose lineage... | |
 | Bernard Burke - 1849 - 516 páginas
...The boasted human form — the human face divine ! And must they come to this ? Ah, yea, indeed ! " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...thick, to this favour she must come : make her laugh at hat." But — we may not moralize. It is hard to account for the obscure hiding of those whose lineage... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 páginas
...that were wont to set 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...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that — Hamlet. XII -- HOPE. 6uT thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure ? Still... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 páginas
...now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?...favour* she must come; make her laugh at that.— IVythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 páginas
...now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?...this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. OPHELIA'S INTERMENT. Lay her i' the earth; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh, May violets spring!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 páginas
...your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Trythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 páginas
...your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?..."What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o' this fashion i' the earth? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt so ? pah ! [Throws down the scull.... | |
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... 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 gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not... 
