 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 страници
...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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1832 - 530 страници
...imagination it is!J my gorge rises at it/24) Here 'magmahung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how i oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your...^wont to set the table on a roar? Not§ one now, to 32. mock your own jeering ? || quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 страници
...skull'! My gorge rises at it'. Here hung those lips that I have kissed', I know not how oft'. Where are your gibes',* now'? your gambols'? your songs'? your...Now get you to my lady's chamber', and tell her', if she paint an inch thick', yet to this favourf she must come.' Note. In order to promote the attainment... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 страници
...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...on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning f ' quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1837 - 478 страници
...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...Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let lier paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.' It is an insolence... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 страници
...it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I hare kissed I know not how oft. Where ne your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour1 she mustcome ; make her laugh at that. Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1839 - 362 страници
...scull'! My gorge rises at it'. Here hung those lips that I have kissed', I know not how oft'. Where are your gibes',* now'? your gambols'? your songs'? your...chap-fallen'? Now get you to my lady's chamber', and tell Tier', if she paint an inch thick', yet to this favourf she must come.' Note. In order to promote the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 страници
...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...on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? 1 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | Alexander Reid - 1839 - 154 страници
...excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? EXERCISES. 1. I cannot but imagine the virtuous heroes, legislators, and patriots of every... | |
 | Richard Brinsley Sheridan - 1840 - 346 страници
...appears in the physiognomy (if it may bo so called) of a skull, has been noticed by Sbakspeare ; *4 where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your songs,...were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now tomock yuur own grinning f quite chopfallen 1 " And again; " within the hollow crown That rounds the... | |
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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? 
