 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
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 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 - 1836 - 534 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 f ' quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1837 - 478 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 - 1838 - 522 páginas
...it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I hare kissed I know not how oft. Where ne 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... | |
 | John William Carleton - 1849 - 522 páginas
...gentlemen from top to toe" ? How bright their noon of life ! how light-hearted they went their ways ! " 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 jeering? Quite chap-fallen?" Mark the feverish... | |
 | Monthly literary register - 1839 - 720 páginas
...but not a joke did he utter — he was quite down — broken down." — " Ay" — interrupted Dick, "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 yonr grinning? quite chop-fallen?— Had'st thou remembered... | |
 | Alexander Reid - 1839 - 154 páginas
...borne me on his back a thousand times. 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 in a roar ? EXERCISES. 1. I cannot but imagine the virtuous heroes, legislators, and patriots... | |
 | Richard Brinsley Sheridan - 1840 - 346 páginas
...appears in the physiognomy (if it may bo so called) of a skull, has been noticed by Sbakspeare ; *4 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 tomock yuur own grinning f quite chopfallen 1 " And again; " within... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 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 chapfallen ? Now get you to my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 páginas
...imagination 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 jeering? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
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