 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 páginas
...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 on a roar ? Not... | |
 | James W. Redfield - 1852 - 348 páginas
...an index of character as the face ? " 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 keep the table on a roar ?" Contrast... | |
 | William Herbert - 1853 - 234 páginas
...he hath borne me on his back a thousand times : and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! — 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 on a roar ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 420 páginas
...his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Hore hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambolsryour songs.'your ilasnes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? _Not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 746 páginas
...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 jibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table ou... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 596 páginas
...his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred iti my imagination it is \ my gorye rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be ruur gibes now ? your gambols? your songs? your flnshes of merriment, that were wnni. to set the table... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1853 - 344 páginas
...thousand times';2 and now' ? how abhorred in my imagination is this skull'!2 My gorge rises' at it.3 Here hung those lips that I have kissed, I know not how oft'.2 Where are your gibes',5 now?* your gambols"?* your songs"?5 your flashes of merriment",5 that... | |
 | Alexander Reid - 1854 - 154 páginas
...thee, O Absalom, my son, my son !' Introduce apostrophe into the following passages : — EXAMPLE. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of...lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be his gibes now? his gambols? his songs? his flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 824 páginas
...•me on hia back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred my imagination 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 on a roar? Not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 380 páginas
...borne me on bis back a thousand times; and now how abhorred my imagination 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 on a roar ?... | |
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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 I know not how oft. 
