 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 Seiten
...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?...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 thick, to this favour* she... | |
 | William Herbert - 1853 - 234 Seiten
...he hath borne me on his back a thousand times : and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! — Here hung those lips, that I have kissed, I know not...roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? Quite chapfall'n ! Now get to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this complexion... | |
 | Spectator The - 1853 - 560 Seiten
...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,...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 thick, to this favour... | |
 | Alexander Reid - 1854 - 154 Seiten
...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 - 380 Seiten
...excellent fancy: he hath borne me on bis back a thousand times; and now how abhorred my imagination is ! my gorge rises at it.. Here hung those lips that...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering? Quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 824 Seiten
...excellent fancy: he hath borne •me on hia back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred my imagination is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that...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... | |
 | John Ruskin - 1856 - 252 Seiten
...the crimson clouds. The imagination is contemplative rather than penetrative. Last, hear Hamlet: " Here hung those lips that I have kissed, I know not...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar ? " There is the essence of lip, and the full power of the imagination. Again, compare Milton's flowers... | |
 | John Ruskin - 1856 - 252 Seiten
...imagination is contemplative rather than penetrative. Last, hear Hamlet: " Here hung those lips thnt I have kissed, I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar ? " There is the essence of lip, and the full power of the imagination. Again, compare Milton's flowers... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 376 Seiten
...sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [takes the scvll. 1 Ctown. Ev'n that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor 1 she must come : make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Ho. What... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 Seiten
...sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. flam. This? * [Takes the skull. 1st Clo. E'en that. flam. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow...roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfaln ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor... | |
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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... 
