 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
 | Richard Hort - 1850 - 318 páginas
...him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, and of most excellent fancy. * * * * * * Where be your jibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Hamlet. IT was a cold dreary night, in the latter end of November; the wind and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 656 páginas
...imagination is d ! 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 jeering6? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 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 - 1851 - 586 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 - 1851 - 408 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 - 1851 - 532 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 602 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 544 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 Ham. Why? to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? ' quite chap-fallen... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 páginas
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Herehung those lips, thatlhavo kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs?...flashes • of » merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Ntfw* get1 you to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 páginas
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, thatlhave 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... | |
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