 | John Ruskin - 1848 - 266 oldal
...contemplative rather than penetrative. Last, hear Hamlet, — " Here hung those lips that I have kissed, I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?" 1 I take this and the next instance from Leigh Hunt's admirable piece of criticism, " Imagination and... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 oldal
...how abhorred in my ima,gination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...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 oldal
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...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 - 532 oldal
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 602 oldal
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...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 - 656 oldal
...now how abhorred my imagination is d ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering6? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 544 oldal
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont Ham. Why? to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? ' quite chap-fallen... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 oldal
...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? your...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... | |
 | James W. Redfield - 1852 - 348 oldal
...How abhorred in my imagination it is ! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your...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 Herbert - 1853 - 234 oldal
...times : and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! — Here hung those lips, that I have kissed, I know not how oft. Where be your gibes, now ? your...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... | |
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Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? 
