 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 стор.
...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...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1832 - 530 стор.
...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...flashes of merriment, that were ^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... | |
 | Anniversary calendar - 1832 - 548 стор.
...Yorich's skull. I knew him, Horatio: afellowof infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Where be your jibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of...merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar 1 not one, to mock your own griuning? quite chop- fallen ! Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell... | |
 | John Green, Paul Negri - 2000 - 68 стор.
...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...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | Michael Freeman - 2000 - 286 стор.
...churchyard scene. It is in its own wav a variant on the danse macabre and the uhi sum': "Where be vour gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment. that were wont to set the table on a roar?"30 But Hamlet. contemplating the skull of his former jester. does so with affection and... | |
 | Douglas Bruster - 2000 - 286 стор.
...bore me on his back a thousand times, and now how abhotr'd in my imagination it is! My gorge tises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd I know not how ofr. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of mertiment, that were wont to... | |
 | Peter Quennell, Hamish Johnson - 2002 - 246 стор.
...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...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - 240 стор.
...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...flashes of merriment, that 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,... | |
 | Andi Zimmerman - 2010 - 375 стор.
...how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. 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 on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? -Hamlet, act 5, scene i What so dismayed Hamlet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 304 стор.
...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...flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? No one now to mock your own jeering? 55 Quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber... | |
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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? 
