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... The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare - Side 337av William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
| Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 sider
...whose high will we bound our calm contents. Richard If. xi. — PITY FOR A DEPARTED FRIEND. ALAS 1 poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite...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 - 712 sider
...head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Ham. This? " [Takes the skull 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...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 - 1851 - 602 sider
...head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the skull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew...grinning ? ' quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,9 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor3 she must come ; make her laugh... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 sider
...head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. Ham. This ? [Takes the skulL 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas, poor Yorick !— I knew...grinning ? ] quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her> let her paint an inch thick, to this favor 3 she must come ; make her laugh... | |
| James W. Redfield - 1852 - 348 sider
...third person, or gibingly in the second, if it had been as good an index of character as the face ? " How abhorred in my imagination it is ! My gorge rises...songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to keep the table on a roar ?" Contrast this with Cowper's address to his mother's picture : — " That... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 sider
...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... | |
| 1853 - 570 sider
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| William Herbert - 1853 - 234 sider
...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 sider
...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... | |
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