 | John Ruskin - 1848 - 266 Seiten
...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?" 1 I take this and the next instance from Leigh Hunt's admirable piece of criticism, " Imagination and... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 Seiten
...whose high will we bound our calm contents. Richard If. xi. — PITY FOR A DEPARTED FRIEND. ALAS 1 poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite...roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chopfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 602 Seiten
...say. Ham. How strangely ? 1 Clo. 'Faith, e'en with losing his wits. Ham. Upon what ground ? 1 Clo. Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton here, man...grinning ? ' quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,9 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor3 she must come ; make her laugh... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 Seiten
...decayer of your whoreson dead body. Here's a skull now hath lain you i' the earth three-aridtwenty years. Ham. Whose was it ? 1 Clo. A whoreson mad fellow's...grinning ? ] quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her> let her paint an inch thick, to this favor 3 she must come ; make her laugh... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 Seiten
...head once. This same scull, Sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? ' [TaTcestheskv.il. 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Alas ! poor Yorick ! — I...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that.— IVythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 Seiten
...same scull, sir, was Yorick's scull, the king's jester. Ham. This? " [ Takes the scull. Grave-digger. E'en that. Ham. Alas! poor Yorick! — I knew him,...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that. OPHELIA'S INTERMENT. Lay her i' the earth; And from... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 544 Seiten
...be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont Ham. Why? to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favor3 she must come ; make her laugh at that. — 'Prythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 Seiten
...and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, thatlhave kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now?...and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she must come; make her laugh at that.— Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. "What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 Seiten
...and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Herehung those lips, thatlhavo kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now?...now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Ntfw* get1 you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour* she... | |
 | William Herbert - 1853 - 234 Seiten
...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...roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? Quite chapfall'n ! Now get to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this complexion... | |
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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... 
