 | John Ward - Newcastle-under-Lyme (England) - 1843 - 616 pages
...all now laid in the dust, and we may solemnly apostrophize the seventy in the language of Hamlet " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs...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 a yard-length-glass... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844
...on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips , that I have kissed I know not...the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844
...on his hack a thousand times ; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | Horace Smith - Great Britain - 1844
...laughingly predicted a 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... | |
 | John Walker Ord - Cleveland (England) - 1845 - 80 pages
...on his back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is ! My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not...flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get we to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | General reciter - 1845
...times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those iips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your...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... | |
 | Languages, Modern - 1907
...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,...the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own going? quite chopfallen?' Sterben ist Menschenlos ; doch war dieser Yorick so lebensfroh, so liebenswürdig,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847
...on his back a thousand times ; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1847 - 338 pages
...appears in the physiognomy (if it may be so called) of a skull, has been noticed by Shakspeare ; " where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your songs,...the table on a roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning f quite chopfallen! " And again; " within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847
...rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes DOW ? p And vantage, or that with both he labour'd grinning ? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
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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... 
