 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 I know not how oft.  The Atlantic Monthly - 第 566 頁1870完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 314 頁
...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 how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 頁
...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 how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to... | |
 | 1803 - 376 頁
...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 have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 頁
...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 how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 頁
...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 how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 頁
...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 how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols.? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 476 頁
...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 how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set... | |
 | John Walker - 1810 - 394 頁
...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 how oft. Where be your gibes now ? Your gambols ? Your songs ? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to... | |
 | Joseph Addison, Sir Richard Steele - 1810 - 314 頁
...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 how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 314 頁
...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 how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set... | |
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