 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1862 - 370 str.
...despair under which Faust labours. s1 Compare these lines with Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act V., Sc. I. "Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?" s6 ,,3dmmerliiIi," wretchedly, miserably, implies the idea of ,,fdjtoer" in a higher degree. ,,®er... | |
 | John Parry - 1863 - 796 str.
...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... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1864 - 470 str.
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 212 str.
...sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. 2 Ham. This? 1 Clo. E'en that. Ham. Let me see.—Alas! poor Yorick !—I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite...tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour 3 she must come ; make her laugh at that.—Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 str.
...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... | |
 | A.A. Griffith - 1865 - 260 str.
...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... | |
 | LUDWIC HERRIC - 1865 - 496 str.
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 788 str.
...he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is !U39> my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I...this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that — Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1980 - 388 str.
...poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred...roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get 190 you to my lady's table and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this... | |
 | Phoebe S. Spinrad - 1987 - 346 str.
...mixture of regret, fear, laughter, and disgust: Hamlet: Alas, poor Yorick! 3 1 knew him, Horatio—a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy....set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your grinning? Quite chopfallenf Now get you to my lady's chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick,... | |
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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... 
