 | John Bull - 1825 - 782 стор.
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here bung liiusu lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now! your gambols ? your songs Î your flashes of merriment, that were wont to bet the table on a roar Î Not one now, to mock your... | |
 | James Boaden - 1825 - 650 стор.
...to the last degree flat and unprofitable. " Where be your gibes now, your jests, your songs ? Vour flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar i Not one now!" . I have heard poor Hewerdine firing away from his sawcy rock-boat, upon that first... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 стор.
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning 42 ? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 554 стор.
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. WheVe 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 fjrinning*2 ? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 642 стор.
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my 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 ? yonr flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own... | |
 | 1826 - 320 стор.
...it is— But this most foul'— Spy. Yes ; I know it's a fowl. Som. ' I knew him well, Horatio — Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft.' — ' Never did I see so young a body with so old a head.'—' Think'st thou Alexander look'd o" this... | |
 | 1827 - 412 стор.
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gon"e rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? 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, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 стор.
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at iu Here hung those lips, that I hare kissed I know not how oft. • Where be your gibes now ?...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 mv lady's chamber,... | |
 | John Timbs - 1829 - 354 стор.
...how abhorred in my imagination it is! my 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 flasheu of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? No. one now, to mock your own grinning?... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 436 стор.
...your victorv, That pages blushed at him. Id. Coriultimts. Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? you' songs ! your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Id. Hamlet. The F.nglish roarers put down all. Hotcfl. Deep throated engines belched, whose roar... | |
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Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? 
