| 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... | |
| 1794 - 614 pages
...Yorick ! — Where be your gambols ? your fongs ? your flalhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table in. a roar ? Not one now ! Alas, poor Yorick !" Memoirs cf ¡hi Life of Mr. Voltaire *. SO ME fix the birth of Francis de Voltaire to the zoth of February,... | |
| 1795 - 432 pages
...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, your 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
...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 chamber,... | |
| 1803 - 376 pages
...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 chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
| Sir John Carr - 1803 - 302 pages
...inscriptions. Hamlet's remark over the grave of Ophelia, strongly occurred to me. " 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 ?" At either end of the tomb... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 pages
...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 chamber,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pages
...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? 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 chamber,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pages
...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 chamber,... | |
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