 | Charles Cowden Clarke - 1863 - 546 стор.
...qualities ; an epitaph to his fame, and a lecture upon vanity that will be coeval with poetry itself*— " Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? — Not one now to mock at your grinning ? quite chapfallen ? — Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | John Parry - 1863 - 796 стор.
...dymunwn, gyda'r gymhariaeth allanol — y cymylau rhuddgoch. Yn ddiweddaf, gwrandewch ar Hamlet: — " Here hung those lips that I have kissed, I know not...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar." Yma y mae hanfod gwefus fel cyfrwng meddwl a theimlad a holl nerth y crebwyll. Drachefn, sylwer ar... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1864 - 470 стор.
...how abhorred .n my imagination it is! my gorge rises at t. Here hung those lips that I have kissed f know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols,...Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let tier paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that. ' It is an insolence... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 стор.
...though, by your smiling, you seem to say so. HAMLET'S REFLECTIONS ON YORICK'S SKULL. Alas! poor Yorickl 1 knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest; of most...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar I Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell... | |
 | A.A. Griffith - 1865 - 260 стор.
...excellent fancy : He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now, how abhorred my imagination is ! my gorge rises at it : Here hung those lips that...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... | |
 | LUDWIC HERRIC - 1865 - 496 стор.
...house of Lancaster! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood: Hamlet. Richard III. Act 1 Scene 2. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not...now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Mirabel. Dead? Heaven forbid! Heaven further it! Be lieu r. Act 5 Scene 1. For, till they be key-cold... | |
 | John Ruskin - 1866 - 244 стор.
...crimson clouds. The imagination is contemplative rather than penetrative. Last, hear Hamlet, — " Here hung those lips that I have kissed, I know not...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 724 стор.
...think it was ? Ham. Nay, I know not. Ham. This? I Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see. [Taha the scull. ] Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 1022 стор.
...fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred my imagination is ! d jeering ? e quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an incli... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 598 стор.
...fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred my imagination is ! d my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I...to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock yonr own jeering ? ' quite chapfallen? Now get you to my kdy's chamber, and tell her, let her paint... | |
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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... 
