 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?  Littell's Living Age - Página 461872Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | British essayists - 1823 - 924 páginas
...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 flashes of merriment ? that were wont'to set the table on a roar. Notone now to mock your own grinning : quite chapfallen. Now get you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 páginas
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips. that 1 have kisa'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibe* now ? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table oo a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my... | |
 | 1826 - 508 páginas
...borne me on his back a thousand times. Here hang 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 in a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to ray... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 554 páginas
...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... | |
 | 1827 - 412 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | 1828 - 70 páginas
...imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Hera hung those Up$4 that f have kissed I knmv not how ojt. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your 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 yon to my lady's... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 páginas
...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 ? 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 mv... | |
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