 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 pages
...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...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 pages
...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...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | 1831 - 232 pages
...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...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen? Act 5. Sc. I. H'jratio. O yes, my lord ; he wore his beaver up. Hamlet.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 pages
...is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, : that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where oe your gibes now ? your gambols? your songs? your flashes...wont to set the table - on a roar? Not one now, to aiock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to mv lady's г chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | 1849 - 522 pages
...gentlemen from top to toe" ? How bright their noon of life ! how light-hearted they went their ways ! " 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 jeering ? Quite chap-fallen ? ' ' Mark the feverish eagerness... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 pages
...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...the table on a 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... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 pages
...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...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', if she paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 pages
...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...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning f ' quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her, let her paint an... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 pages
...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...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 her paint an inch... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1837 - 478 pages
...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...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 lier paint an inch... | |
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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... 
