 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1847 - 252 pages
...appears in the physiognomy (if it may be so called) of a skull, has been noticed by Shakspeare ; " where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your songs,...the table on a roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning f quite chopfallen! " And again; " within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 pages
...rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes DOW ? p And vantage, or that with both he labour'd grinning ? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | John Ruskin - Aesthetics - 1848 - 266 pages
...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 pages
...excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now how abhorred in my ima,gination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that...the table on a 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 pages
...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...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? ] quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her> let her paint an... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 pages
...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...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 602 pages
...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...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? ' quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,9 and tell her, let her paint an... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 pages
...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...the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 pages
...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...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 544 pages
...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...songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont Ham. Why? to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? ' quite chap-fallen... | |
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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... 
