| William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 pages
...forgo: what he wrote in the first. BLACKSTONE. abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not...the table on a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen f now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 pages
...a thousand times ; and now, how and _. the abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not...the table on a roar ? not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen i now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
| Elegant extracts - 1812 - 316 pages
...how abhorred in my imagination it is SUV gorge rises in it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ; your...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar? not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
| Robert Deverell - Hieroglyphics - 1813 - 350 pages
...times; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is { my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that / have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ! now get you to my Lady's chamber,... | |
| Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 pages
...; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that / have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ! now get you to my Lady's chamber,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 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...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... | |
| Thomas Ewing - Elocution - 1819 - 448 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...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... | |
| James Ferguson - English essays - 1819 - 310 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...the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Wnere be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs? your...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
| Albert Picket - American literature - 1820 - 314 pages
...that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? Tour gambols ? Your songs? Yoor Sashes of merriment, .that were wont to set 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... | |
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