 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 pages
...and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, thatlhave kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now?...favour* she must come; make her laugh at that.— Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. "What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 pages
...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 pages
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 746 pages
...jibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table ou a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite...this favour she must come : make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. ACT V. flor. What 's that, my lord ? Hum. Doat thou think... | |
 | Spectator The - 1853 - 560 pages
...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... | |
 | Aphorisms and apothegms - 1856 - 374 pages
...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...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Shakspeare. CCCXL All jealousy Must still be strangled in its birth ; or time Will soon conspire... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 380 pages
...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 pages
...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 - ART - 1856 - 252 pages
...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 - 730 pages
...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...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander... | |
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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... 
