 | Stanley Wells - 2002 - 224 стор.
...... he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ', to direct address: ' 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-fall'n? ' Jolted back into his fool's... | |
 | G. Wilson Knight - 2002 - 392 стор.
...Yorick: . . . 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,... | |
 | Robert Douglas-Fairhurst - 2004 - 372 стор.
...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 chop-fallen?t97 '"'' H. Barton Baker, 'The... | |
 | G. Wilson Knight - 2002 - 381 стор.
...ii May 1820; C, I, 47; n, 148; As You Like It, n, vii, 34). We remember: 'Where be your jibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?' (Hamlet, v, i, 207). Elsewhere, writing to Lady Melbourne on 18 September 1812, Byron inexactly... | |
 | Andrew Sofer - 2003 - 278 стор.
...prince actually gags on stage — he returns to the tired ubi sunt motif: "Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?" (5.1.182-85). Hamlet's little skull-game has turned sour; but, rather than accept the conventional... | |
 | K. H. Anthol - 2003 - 313 стор.
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd 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? 2 1 0 No one now, to mock your own jeering? Quite chop-fall 'n? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | R. Clifton Spargo - 2004 - 314 стор.
...past," sounds a lot like Hamlet melancholically taunting the skull of Yorick: "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?" (5.1.175-77, emphasis added). By echoing Hamlet's... | |
 | Ebenezer Cobham Brewer - 2004 - 588 стор.
...Here bung those lips that I have kissed, I k now not how oft. Where he your gibes now? your gamhols? 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 cbapf alien? Now get you to my lady's chamher,... | |
 | Douglas Keister - 2004 - 256 стор.
...it Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft Where he your gihes now? your^miiMs? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tahle on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | Peter Holland - 2005 - 367 стор.
...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 chop-fallen! Now get you to my lady's chamber... | |
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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? 
