 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 páginas
...were wont to set the table on a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen f now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord f Ham Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth f Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt so... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 páginas
...were wont to set the table on a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen i now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord i Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked o'this fashion i'the earth ? Hor. E'en so. Ham. And smelt... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1812 - 312 páginas
...; your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar? not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this savour she must come; make her laugh at that — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HoT. What's... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 páginas
...now? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in 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' fashion i' th' earth ? Hor. Even so. Ham. And smelt so ? — puh ! [Smelling to the Enter... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 páginas
...now? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen...this favour she must come; make her laugh at that — Pr'ythpe Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that my Lord ? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 páginas
...gambols ? your songs? 3our flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one uow, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now...inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her langh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 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...this favour ' she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'y thee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What 's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 348 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...chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to thii favour she must come ; make her laugh at that.—Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 502 páginas
...of merriment, that were wont to set ike table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own * peering ?* quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my * lady's chamber,...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.... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 páginas
...were wont to set 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...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Shakespeare's Hamlet. 7. — Hope. HOPE erects and brightens the countenance, spreads the arms with... | |
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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... 
