 | William Herbert - 1853 - 234 стор.
...it is ! — 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 chapfall'n ! Now get to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | Spectator The - 1853 - 560 стор.
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed 1 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 746 стор.
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your jibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table ou a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | 1854 - 474 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 chopfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | 1856 - 374 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 - 1856 - 574 стор.
...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 roar1! Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 380 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 jeering? Quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 824 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 jeer• ing? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 стор.
...Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest ; of most excellent fancy. Act v. Sc, 1. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Hamlet — Continued. Act v. Sc. 1. To what base uses we may return, Horatio ! Act v. Sc.... | |
 | John Ruskin - 1856 - 252 стор.
...hear 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 ? " There is the essence of lip, and the full power of the imagination. Again, compare Milton's... | |
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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? 
