 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 the table on a roar?  Annual Register of World Events - Stran 311805Celotni ogled - O knjigi
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 strani
...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 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,... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 strani
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that / have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment,...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, and tell her, let... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 strani
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that / have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment,...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, and tell her, let... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 strani
...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 the table on a roar? not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 strani
...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 the table on a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? Quite chop-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1820 - 512 strani
...at it. (s *' 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 the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering ?* quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my ^ lady's... | |
 | 1847 - 524 strani
...sociable and hilarious, loved to unbend Apollo's bow, and to indulge in the gibes, and gambols, and flashes of merriment " that were wont to set the table in a roar." In these moods he would freely communicate 'any little adventure in which he had been concerned, even... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 490 strani
...rises at it. Here hung those lips, that 1 have kiss'd 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ' Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 strani
...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 the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 strani
...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 the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
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