| William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 sivua
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips. that 1 have kisa'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibe* now ? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table oo a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 sivua
...abhorred in my imagination it is .' my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? you flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own... | |
| Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 sivua
...fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft ; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 sivua
...how abhorred 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 ? yonr songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were went to set the table on a roar ? Not one, now,... | |
| John Bull - 1825 - 782 sivua
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here bung liiusu lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now! your gambols ? your songs Î your flashes of merriment, that were wont to bet the table on a roar Î Not one now, to mock your... | |
| James Boaden - 1825 - 646 sivua
...party, and he was to the last degree flat and unprofitable. " Where be your gibes now, your jests, your songs ? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar? Not one now!" I have heard poor Hewerdine firing away from his sawcy cock-boat, upon that... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1826 - 554 sivua
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. WheVe be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your...the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own fjrinning*2 ? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber23, and tell her, let her paint an... | |
| 1826 - 508 sivua
...excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. Here hang those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? 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 you to ray lady's chamber,... | |
| Literary gems - 1826 - 718 sivua
...its parade and pageantry. Now, like Hamlet over the skull of Yorick, we may say of it, where be now your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? quite chop-fallen—and to this complexion all worldly grandeur must come. How many of our kindred... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1826 - 642 sivua
...how abhorred 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 ? yonr flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own... | |
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