 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
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 436 strani
...your victorv, That pages blushed at him. Id. Coriultimts. Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? you' songs ! your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Id. Hamlet. The F.nglish roarers put down all. Hotcfl. Deep throated engines belched, whose roar... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 strani
...rises at iu Here hung those lips, that I hare 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 mv lady's chamber,... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 822 strani
...aim and very flaxh of it. Shahspeare. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? у oar flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? /•/. By day and night he wrongs me j every hour il с flashes into one gross crime or other. That... | |
 | Samuel Foote - 1830 - 426 strani
...counterbalanced by his merit and abilities, which will transmit bis name to posterity with distinguished reputation." " Alas, poor Yorick ! Where be your gambols...table in a roar ? Not one, now ! Alas, poor Yorick !" NOTES. THE Goodere fortune, about the division whereof the brothers quarrelled thus fearfully, amounted... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 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, William Harness - 1830 - 638 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,... | |
 | Richard Warner - 1830 - 426 strani
...prince of Denmark, " where be his gibes now ? " His gambols i his songs : his flashes of rnerri" incut, that were wont to set the table in a " roar ? — Not one now to mock his own grin" ning. — Quite chap-fallen ! — Let him now " get to my lady's bedchamber,... | |
 | Henry Thomas (antiquarian.) - 1830 - 490 strani
...d'Avenant, Congreve, and all J the fellows of infinite jest," resorted. " Where are your jibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set a table in aroar ?" Alas ! the age has passed away, and these worthies with it, and only the old tenement... | |
 | 1849 - 522 strani
...How bright their noon of life ! how light-hearted they went their ways ! " 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 jeering ? Quite chap-fallen ? ' ' Mark the feverish eagerness with which they pursue... | |
 | 1831 - 542 strani
...like the roving meteors of the sky. Now, how changed the scene ! Ah Doctor, Doctor ! ' Where are now your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one left to mock your own grinning ! ' In the absence of Mr. Gower, the doctor's wit would enjoy a temporary... | |
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