 | Charles Lamb - 1859 - 518 Seiten
...excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his 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 ladyjs chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1859 - 396 Seiten
...despair under which Faust labours. 84 Compare these lines with Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act V., Sc. I. "Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?" 85 ,,3£nnner.lt$," wretchedly, miserably, implies the idea of ,,f($tt>et" in a higher degree. ,,®er... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 182 Seiten
...was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. [Takes the skull. Ham. This ? Grave-digger. E'en that. Ham. Alas poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio : a fellow...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar 't Not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen 'i Now get you to my lady's chamber, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 838 Seiten
...fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! d q,tKt.tIk ? Xotf one now, to mock your own grinning? * quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 Seiten
...fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! d ow, how ? Notf one now, to mock your own grinning? + quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 836 Seiten
...borne me on his back a thousand times ; and uow, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! л my gorep " You lifnr Inn stnMinrn and Inn ilrangt a hand...I.] But петег till to-night, never till now, ? Xott one uow, to mock your own grinning? J quite chap-fallen ? Xow get you to my ladv's chamber,... | |
 | Robert Sullivan - 1861 - 532 Seiten
...those events, To whose high will we bound our calm contents. Richard II. XI PITT FOR A DEPARTED FRIEND. ALAS ! poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow...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... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1862 - 370 Seiten
...despair under which Faust labours. s1 Compare these lines with Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act V., Sc. I. "Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?" s6 ,,3dmmerliiIi," wretchedly, miserably, implies the idea of ,,fdjtoer" in a higher degree. ,,®er... | |
 | Charles Cowden Clarke - 1863 - 546 Seiten
...qualities ; an epitaph to his fame, and a lecture upon vanity that will be coeval with poetry itself*— " Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? — Not one now to mock at your grinning ? quite chapfallen ? — Now get you to my lady's... | |
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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... 
