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" ... in my 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? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock... "
The British Essayists - Sivu 52
muokkaaja - 1808
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The Continental Traveller's Oracle; Or, Maxims for Foreign Locomotion, Nide 1

Sir Thomas Wyse - 1828
...nonpareil two-guinea complexion you may have seen that morning, over which you - may now sigh. — " Go to my Lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this she must come at last." I hope you have long since arranged your cloak, and your portfolio under it,...

Gallery of [William] Shak[e]speare, of Illustrations of His Dramatic Works

Moritz Retzsch - 1828
...gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get yon to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come;...

London Medical Gazette: Or, Journal of Practical Medicine, Nide 2

1828
...; chaplees and knocked about the mazzard" by every irreverent doctor. " Here's fine revolution!" " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint au inch thick, to this favour she must come." — Pray, my dear Sir, I asked the Professor, still holding...

St. Petersburgh: A Journal of Travels to and from that Capital ..., Nide 2

Augustus Bozzi Granville - 1829
...chapless and knocked about the mazzard" by every irreverent doctor. " Here 's fine revolution !" " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.r> — Pray, my dear Sir, I asked the Professor, still holding the skull in my hand, and pointing...

St. Petersburgh, a journal of travels to and from that capital, Nide 2

Augustus Bozzi Granville - 1829
...chapless and knocked about the mazzard" by every irreverent doctor. " Here 1s fine revolution I11 " Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to tliis favour she must come.1'1 — Pray, my dear Sir, I asked the Professor, still holding the skull...

The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from ..., Nide 2

William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829
...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, and tell her, lether paint an inch thick, to this favour1 she must come ; make her...

The Phrenological Journal and Miscellany, Nide 5

1829
..." here had hung those lips which he had kissed he knew not how oft ;" — his exclamation,—" Go, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this complexion must she come !" — and when touching his last moments, he wrests the poisoned cup from...

Laconics: Or, The Best Words of the Best Authors

Laconics, John Timbs - 1829
...your gambols .' your songs ? your flasheu of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? No. one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, untl tell her, let her paint an inch thick; to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Shakspeare....

Laconics: Or, The Best Words of the Best Authors

Laconics, John Timbs - 1829
...your gambols ? your songs ? your flashe* of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? No; one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, und tell her, let her paint an inch thick; to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Snakspearr....

The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Nide 8

William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830
...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...this favour" she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander...




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