| Robert Fergusson - 1773 - 344 pages
...the paper. ON THE DEATH OF DR. TOSHACK OF PERTH. • A GREAT HUMOURIST. Where be those gibes, those flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? — Hamlet, Act V. THE Doctor dead! let old St. Johnston mourn; Let laughter's sons to sorrow's vot'ries... | |
| 502 pages
...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...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 eagerness with which... | |
| 1795 - 432 pages
...imagination it is! my gorge rises aj: it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd 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 fall'n ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
| Monthly literary register - 1841 - 1092 pages
...of the native, to use his own term for Irish whisky; but he is gone — we shall no longer have "his flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar." I should like, if possible, to commence the sketch with some account of his birth, but I could never... | |
| Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 314 pages
...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,...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 chamber,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 pages
...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...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 chamber,... | |
| 1803 - 376 pages
...imagination is it ! 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,...flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar ! Not one now to mock your own grinning.? quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pages
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd 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? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pages
...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?...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 chamber,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pages
...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...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 chamber,... | |
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