 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...  Development of English Literature and Language - Page 387by Alfred Hix Welsh - 1882Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 658 pages
...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...were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock.your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? •Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let ner... | |
 | 1828 - 70 pages
...imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Hera hung those Up$4 that f have kissed I knmv not how ojt. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs?...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get yon to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 448 pages
...your gives now? your gamhols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, thst were wont to set the tahle on a roar! Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamher, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to thls favour she must come; make her langh at... | |
 | TREUTTEL - 1828 - 794 pages
...right hand, as indicating that it is of the skull he is speaking, tells the attentive Horatio, ( " Here hung those lips that I have kissed, I know not how oft." This most admirable picture is followed by one of a still higher order, being a grand composition of... | |
 | John Timbs - 1829 - 354 pages
...fellow of infinite jest; of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; ami now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge...your gibes now ? your gambols .' your songs ? your flasheu of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? No. one now, to mock your own grinning?... | |
 | Laconics - 1829 - 352 pages
...knew him; 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, th&t I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibe.- now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 814 pages
...but the hearing with their songs, which the watery instruments did make their gorge deliver. Sidney. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Shakspeare. Hamlet. Her delicate tenderness will find itself abused, begin to heave the gorge, disrelish... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 pages
...tio ; a fellow of infinite jest ; of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his buck a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at iu Here hung those lips, that I hare kissed I know not how oft. • Where be your gibes now ? your... | |
 | 1829 - 652 pages
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