 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
 | Trip - 1842 - 466 strani
...Here lies the cause, Charles Mathews sleeps below. " Alas, poor Yorick ! where be your gambols now? your songs ? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar V — the quotation is hackneyed, but it is so appropriate that it cannot but suggest itself to those... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 strani
...rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now 1 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 ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 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 grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 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 jeering? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 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 grinning6? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 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 chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | John Ward - 1843 - 758 strani
...and we may solemnly apostrophize the seventy in the language of Hamlet " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your " flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar ?" The test of admission to the freedom of this convivial corporation was the drinking off... | |
 | 1843 - 486 strani
...will drop a tear to his memory, as they ask, " Where be his gibes now — his jests, his songs, his flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ?" Mr. Smith was a member of the town council, for the ward of St. Augustine, from the period of the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 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 - 1844 - 364 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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