 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...  The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare - Page 337by William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830Full view - About this book
 | Robert Fisk - 2008 - 544 pages
...deeply disturbing contemplation of death: My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your...roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning quite chapfall'n? And here is Omar Khayyam's contemplation of a king's skull at Tus - near the modern-day... | |
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