 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 I know...  Rudiments of English Composition - Stran 102avtor: Alexander Reid - 1854 - 134 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 strani
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips, that I have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 strani
...how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thole lips that I have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 strani
...abhorred * b in my imagination c it is d ! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips, that I have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your fongs, your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table e on a roar ? f Not one now to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 strani
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips that I have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ; your gambols; your fongs : your flalhes ot merriment that were wont to fet the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 370 strani
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips that I have killed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in a roar? not one now to mock your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 strani
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge riics at it. Here hung thofe lips, that I have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to let the table in a roar ? not one now, to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 476 strani
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes at it Here hung thofe lips, that 1 have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols? youi fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fei the table in a roar ? not one now, to... | |
 | 1778 - 342 strani
...afa' horred in my imagination is it ! my gorge rifes at it. 4 Here hung thofe lips that 1 have kiffed I know not * how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, * your fongs, your flafhes of n.erriment that were wont 4 to fet the table on a roar F Not one now to mock... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 strani
...was Yorick's scull, the king's jester.v Ham. This? Clown. E'en that. . ; Ham. Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of...fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 666 strani
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rifes at it. Here hung thofe lips, that 1 have kifs'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols I your fongs .' your flames of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now,... | |
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