 | Jeremy J. Smith - 2005 - 268 стор.
...Heere hung those lipps, that I haue kist I know not how oft, Where be your libes now? Your Gambals? Your Songs? Your flashes of Merriment that were wont to set the Table on a Rore? No one now to mock your own leering? Quite chopfalne? Now get you to my Ladies Chamber,... | |
 | Thomas Keymer - 2006 - 298 стор.
...that he was an epitome of the vanity of all human hopes for lasting fame — "Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?" (Hamlet Vi 183-85). We must remind ourselves that we tend to read the story of Sterne's... | |
 | Jennifer Mulherin, William Shakespeare, Abigail Frost - 2004 - 164 стор.
...excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now . . . 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 Act v Sc i The fatal duel The fencing match begins, but during... | |
 | Matthew Steggle - 2007 - 182 стор.
...others: Yorick the jester. Thus, in Act Five, Hamlet addresses Yorick's skull: 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 chopfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber... | |
 | Janette Dillon - 2007 - 147 стор.
...moment that faces in contradictory directions. The lament for the past ('Where be your jibes now - your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?' (179-81)) looks back to a classical tradition of lament, known by its Latin name as 'ubi... | |
 | Peter Holland - 2007 - 370 стор.
...Heere hung those lipps, that I haue kist I know not how oft. Where be your libes now? Your Gambals? Your Songs? Your flashes of Merriment that were wont to set the Table on a Rore? No one now to mock your own leering? Quite chopfalne? Now get you to my Ladies Chamber,... | |
 | Andreas Höfele - 2007 - 363 стор.
...its memory, therefore, when the Prince can taunt the skull of the jester: "Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?" But there is no sense in Shakespeare's Janus-like rite de passage that the false fraternisation... | |
 | Robert Fisk - 2008 - 544 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? Not one now to mock your own grinning quite chapfall'n? And here is Omar Khayyam's contemplation... | |
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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? 
