 | 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 596 pages
...oft. Where be ruur gibes now ? your gambols? your songs? your flnshes of merriment, that were wnni. ing? Here it is, I think. [He ills down. Enter the...Ghost o/Ctesar. How ill this taper burns ! — Ha ! w mv lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to '-!»!!> favour1 she must come ; make... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 480 pages
...borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in rny imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I...your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your Hashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now. to mock your own grinning... | |
 | Alexander Reid - 1854 - 154 pages
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 574 pages
...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 kiss'd I...of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar1! Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 824 pages
...and now how abhorred my imagination 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...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 pages
...now how abhorred my imagination 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...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 pages
...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 ? " There is the essence of lip, and the full power of the imagination. Again, compare Milton's flowers... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 pages
...poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest ; of most excellent fancy. Act v. Sc, 1. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Hamlet — Continued. Act v. Sc. 1. To what base uses we may return, Horatio ! Act v. Sc. 1. Imperial... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 376 pages
...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 1 she must come : make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Ho. What... | |
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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? 
