 | Spectator The - 1853 - 560 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | 1856 - 374 σελίδες
...yet play tricks and provoke laughter. — Sir W. Raleigh. cccx. Alas ! poor Yorick ! — I knew him ; a fellow of infinite jest ; of most excellent fancy...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Shakspeare. CCCXL All jealousy Must still be strangled... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 824 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 380 σελίδες
...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,... | |
 | John Ruskin - 1856 - 252 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 376 σελίδες
...same scull, 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...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 's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 730 σελίδες
...skull, the king's jester. Ham. This? First Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see. [Takes the skull. ~\ — Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio : a fellow...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 352 σελίδες
...Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? [Takes the Scull. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see. Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio: a fellow...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythce , Horatio , tell me one thing. | 211 Hor.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 630 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 σελίδες
...[ Takes the skull. 1st Clo. E'en that. songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set tne table on a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning...her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor she mn*t come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Har. What's that, my... | |
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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... 
