 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 стор.
...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 I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? Your gambols ? Your songs ? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1832 - 1022 стор.
...fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, bow abhorred in my imagination it is I ised arms t Com'st limn because the anointed king bow oft. Wbere be your gibes nowf your gambols? your songs T your Hashes of merriment, that were wont... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 стор.
...hath borne me on his back a thousand times'; and now', how abhorred in my imagination is this 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 flashes of merriment that were wont to set... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 стор.
...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 I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 стор.
...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 I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table... | |
 | François-René vicomte de Chateaubriand - 1836 - 382 стор.
..." Alas poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest ; of most excellent fancy .... Here hung those lips that I have kissed, I know not how oft." In the time of Shakspeare, the custom of kissing on the cheek was unknown. Hamlet speaks of Yorick... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1837 - 478 стор.
...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 I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 стор.
...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 hare kissed I know not how oft. Where ne your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes... | |
 | Moritz Retzsch - 1838 - 96 стор.
...hear how the Artist explains his meaning: — Hani let, contemplating Yorick's scull, says to Horatio, ,Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.' The old Gravedigger listens, with arch look, to what Hamlet is saying, while his comrade, whom lie... | |
 | Alexander Reid - 1839 - 154 стор.
...a fellow of infinite jest, of most 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 gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table... | |
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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... 
