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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... "
The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J ... - Page 100
by William Shakespeare - 1844
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Shakespeare-characters; Chiefly Those Subordinate

Charles Cowden Clarke - Characters and characteristics in literature - 1863 - 521 pages
...qualities ; an epitaph to his fame, and a lecture upon vanity that will be coeval with poetry itself*— " Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? — Not one now to mock at your grinning ? quite chapfallen ? — Now get you to my lady's...
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Encyclopaedia cambrensis: Y gwyddoniadur cymreig

John Parry - Encyclopedias and dictionaries, Welsh - 1863
...dymunwn, gyda'r gymhariaeth allanol — y cymylau rhuddgoch. Yn ddiweddaf, gwrandewch ar Hamlet: — " Here hung those lips that I have kissed, I know not...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar." Yma y mae hanfod gwefus fel cyfrwng meddwl a theimlad a holl nerth y crebwyll. Drachefn, sylwer ar...
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The Works of Joseph Addison

1864
...how abhorred .n my imagination it is! my gorge rises at t. Here hung those lips that I have kissed f know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols,...Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let tier paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that. ' It is an insolence...
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Shaksperean gems, newly collected and arranged with a life of W. Shakspere ...

William Shakespeare - 1865
...though, by your smiling, you seem to say so. HAMLET'S REFLECTIONS ON YORICK'S SKULL. Alas! poor Yorickl 1 knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest; of most...merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar I Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell...
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LESSONS IN ELOCUTION

ALLEN A. GRIFFITH - 1865
...excellent fancy : He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now, how abhorred my imagination is ! my gorge rises at it : Here hung those lips that...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...
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LUDWIC HERRIC - 1865
...house of Lancaster! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood: Hamlet. Richard III. Act 1 Scene 2. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not...now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Mirabel. Dead? Heaven forbid! Heaven further it! Be lieu r. Act 5 Scene 1. For, till they be key-cold...
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Modern Painters.-5 vol

John Ruskin - 1866
...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?" There is the essence of lip, and the full power of the imagination. Again, compare Milton's flowers...
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The Handy-volume Shakspeare [ed. by Q.D.].

William Shakespeare - 1867
...think it was ? Ham. Nay, I know not. Ham. This? I Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see. [Taha the scull. ] Alas, poor Yorick ! — I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow...the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own jeering ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch...
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The Pictorial edition of the works of Shakspere, ed. by C. Knight. [8 vols ...

William Shakespeare - 1867
...fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred my imagination is ! d jeering ? e quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an incli...
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Tragedies. Poems

William Shakespeare - 1867
...fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred my imagination is ! d my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I...to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock yonr own jeering ? ' quite chapfallen? Now get you to my kdy's chamber, and tell her, let her paint...
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