 | William Shakespeare - 1857
...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 Toar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 272 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 chapfallen? Now, get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858
...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 chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's... | |
 | Edwin Roffe - 1859
...though it be. We, ourselves, have a love for Clowns — of Wit and Humour ! "Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment? that were wont to set the table on a roar? " Who has not heard of poor Grimaldi's unrivalled powers? Many are those who have been impelled... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1859
...Act V., Sc. I. "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?" 85 ,,3£nnner.lt$," wretchedly, miserably, implies the idea of ,,f($tt>et" in a higher... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1859 - 503 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 jeering? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my ladyjs chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 160 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 't Not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen 'i Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | David C. Miller - 1993 - 344 стор.
...is not Hamlet but the grinning skull itself that peers out at the viewer. "Where be your gibes now? Your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?" Shakespeare's prince asks of the dead court jester.33 It is a query that Spencer may have... | |
 | John Russell - 1995 - 246 стор.
...and profound: 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 you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | John Jones - 1999 - 292 стор.
...shifts from mortal remains to the dead man himself with a series of questions: '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?' That is Qi. Qi could only manage 'Where's your jests... | |
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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? 
