 | George Wilson Knight - 2002 - 396 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 - 2002 - 390 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... | |
 | George Wilson Knight - 2002 - 416 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 - 300 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 - 344 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 - 338 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 - 592 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 - 306 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 - 396 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... | |
 | Lindsay Price - 2005 - 52 стор.
...times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? To what base uses we may return, Horatio! A noise is heard offstage. HAMLET turns to look.... | |
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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? 
