 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 oldal
...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...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 oldal
...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?...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 oldal
...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 oldal
...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,...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 - 1838 - 522 oldal
...it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I hare kissed I know not how oft. Where ne 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 oldal
...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,... | |
 | Alexander Reid - 1839 - 154 oldal
...borne me on his back a thousand times. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? EXERCISES. 1. I cannot but imagine the virtuous heroes, legislators, and patriots of every age and... | |
 | John William Carleton - 1849 - 522 oldal
...gentlemen from top to toe" ? How bright their noon of life ! how light-hearted they went their ways ! " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...merriment, that 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... | |
 | Monthly literary register - 1839 - 720 oldal
...but not a joke did he utter — he was quite down — broken down." — " Ay" — interrupted Dick, "where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ? not one now to mock yonr grinning? quite chop-fallen?— Had'st thou remembered Shakspere, the quotation... | |
 | Mrs. Mathews (Anne Jackson), Charles Mathews - 1839 - 530 oldal
...Yorick ! . . . a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. . .Where be your gambols now ? you r 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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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? 
