 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...  Darller a siarad llawlyfr ar "elocution" - Стр. 192авторы: Thomas Cynonfardd Edwards - 1890 - Страниц: 208Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - Страниц: 666
...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, to mock your own grinning * f quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber', and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | Страниц: 502
...gentlemen from top to toe" ? How bright their noon of life ! how light-hearted they went their ways ! " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering ? Quite chap-fallen ? " Mark the feverish eagerness... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - Страниц: 728
...Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your fongs ? your rlafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? 9 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - Страниц: 696
...Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your fongs ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? y quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - Страниц: 682
...Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your fongs ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? 9 quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,1 and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
 | 1795 - Страниц: 432
...how abhorr'd in my imagination it is! my gorge rises aj: 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 chap fall'n ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | John Walker - 1799 - Страниц: 438
...be your gibes now ? Your gambols ? Your fongs ? Your flames of merriment, that •were wont to fet the table on a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | 1803 - Страниц: 376
...fancy ; he hath borne me 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...roar ! Not one now to mock your own grinning.? quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch think, to this favour... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1805 - Страниц: 430
...Yorick ! he was a fellow of infinite jest ! of most excellent fancy ? Where be your gibes now ?• — : Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ?— not one now — quite chop fallen ! Alas ! alas ! alas ! poor Yoricls. This, with the spontaneous flood of friendship,... | |
 | 1805 - Страниц: 608
...will transmit his name to posterity with distinguish* ed reputation. " Alas, poor Yorick ! -Where be your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now ! Alas» poor Yorick !" Memoirs of the Life of Mr. Voltaire». SOME fix the... | |
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