 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...  Elizabethan Drama ...: Edward the Second - Página 1561910Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 páginas
...how abhorred in my imagination it is5! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 páginas
...how abhorred in my imagination it is5! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 páginas
...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 gibes now ? your...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 554 páginas
...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 gibes now ? your...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... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1847 - 252 páginas
...appears in the physiognomy (if it may be so called) of a skull, has been noticed by Shakspeare ; " where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your songs,...on a roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning f quite chopfallen! " And again; " within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 536 páginas
...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 gibes now ? your...on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? 1 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, 9 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | John Ruskin - 1848 - 266 páginas
...contemplative rather than penetrative. Last, hear Hamlet, — " Here hung those lips that I have kissed, I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?" 1 I take this and the next instance from Leigh Hunt's admirable piece of criticism, " Imagination and... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 páginas
...how abhorred in my ima,gination 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...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 thick, to this favour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 páginas
...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 gibes now ? your...? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? ] quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her> let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
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