 | 1831 - 232 pages
...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? Act 5. Sc. I. H'jratio. O yes,... | |
 | Anniversary calendar - 1832 - 548 pages
...Horatio: afellowof infinite jest, 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 1 not one, to mock your own griuning? quite chop- fallen ! Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1832 - 428 pages
...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,... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 pages
...hung those lips that I have kissed', I know not how oft'. Where are 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 - 1836 - 624 pages
...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,... | |
 | Richard Gooch - 1836 - 290 pages
...careworn had he been less careless; his honour is " air — thin air;" " his gibes, his jests, his flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar," no longer enliven the plenteous banquet : — " Deserted in his utmost need By men his former bounty... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 pages
...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 my lady's... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1837 - 478 pages
...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,... | |
 | Alexander Reid - 1839 - 154 pages
...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 of every age and... | |
 | Monthly literary register - 1839 - 720 pages
...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 Shakspere, the quotation... | |
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Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? 
