 | John Ward - 1843 - 758 стор.
...and we may solemnly apostrophize the seventy in the language of Hamlet " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your " flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar ?" The test of admission to the freedom of this convivial corporation was the drinking off... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 стор.
...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 chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 стор.
...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 chap-fallen? Now, get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | Horace Smith - 1844 - 336 стор.
...succession of galas and costly gifts for the coming week. Alas ! ye wantons ! where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were -wont to set the circle in a roar ? quite chap-fallen ! Even your lamentations excite no sympathy, for your selfish... | |
 | 1844 - 232 стор.
...England's laugliing sons and smiling daughters, what is it now ? " Where be your gibes now ? Your jests — your songs — your flashes of merriment, That were wont to set the audience in a roar ? Not one now — to mock your own cobwebs 1 This house is no longer what its patent... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 стор.
...rises at it. Here hung those iips, 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 a table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my... | |
 | 1907 - 510 стор.
...rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be you gibes HOW? 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 going? quite chopfallen?' Sterben ist Menschenlos ; doch war... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1847 - 252 стор.
...physiognomy (if it may be so called) of a skull, has been noticed by Shakspeare ; " 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 f quite chopfallen! " And again; " within the hollow... | |
 | John Ruskin - 1848 - 266 стор.
...Hamlet, — " 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?" 1 I take this and the next instance from Leigh Hunt's admirable piece of criticism, " Imagination... | |
 | 1910 - 478 стор.
...Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to »et the table on a roar? Besser konnte George Peele kaum gekennzeichnet werden. Und der Name Yorick... | |
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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? 
