 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 - 1831 - 528 strani
...rises at it. Here hung those lips, : that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where oe 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 aiock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to mv lady's... | |
 | 1831 - 232 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 chapfallen? Act 5. Sc. I. H'jratio. O yes,... | |
 | Anniversary calendar - 1832 - 548 strani
...skull. I knew him, Horatio: afellowof infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Where be your jibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar 1 not one, to mock your own griuning? quite chop- fallen ! Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 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,... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 strani
...at it'. Here hung those lips that I have kissed', I know not how oft'. Where are 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 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 f ' quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 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 Gooch - 1836 - 290 strani
...careworn had he been less careless; his honour is " air — thin air;" " his gibes, his jests, his flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar," no longer enliven the plenteous banquet : — " Deserted in his utmost need By men his former bounty... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1837 - 478 strani
...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 the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | Mrs. Mathews (Anne Jackson) - 1839 - 532 strani
...poor Yorick ! . . . a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. . .Where be your gambols now ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ?" By how many thousands has this hackneyed quotation been uttered with reference to Mathews; but,... | |
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