 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.  The Forum - Page 5641922Full view - About this book
 | Alexander Chalmers - English essays - 1802 - 314 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 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... | |
 | English literature - 1803 - 376 pages
...on his back a thousand times: and now how abhorred in my imagination is it ! 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 - 1803 - 446 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 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 - 1805 - 486 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 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 - 1805 - 486 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 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... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - English drama - 1808 - 418 pages
...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: here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! Where be your gibes now ?... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1808 - 416 pages
...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: here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft ; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! Where be your gibes now... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 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 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 - 1809 - 476 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 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 - 1809 - 470 pages
...on his hack a thousand times; and now, how ahhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where he your gihes now ? your gamhols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the... | |
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