 | Whitwell Elwin - 1902 - 616 pages
...familiarly known among his associates. : " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar?"5 The world for which Yorick had lived, and the inevitable hour which showed its vanity, were... | |
 | Emily Charlotte De Burgh-Canning Boyle Countess of Cork and Orrery - 1903 - 414 pages
...Somerset. Poor Mr. Kempe is dead ! ' I knew him, Horatio ! A Man of infinite Jest. . . . ' Where be his Flashes of Merriment that were wont to set the ' Table in a Roar ? ' Call sometimes on my poor Boy in Smith St. planted among the wild Shrubs of Westminster, it is... | |
 | John Alexander Joyce - 1904 - 362 pages
...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? Not one now, to mock your own grinning! Quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, And tell... | |
 | 1906 - 838 pages
...jest." His heart was all sunshine, and his mind was a storehouse of native wit and merry memories. "His flashes of merriment," that "were wont to set the table in a roar," were ever keyed to the occasion, whether at an Eastern assemblage of wealth and culture — he was... | |
 | JOHN MASEFIELD - 1907 - 550 pages
...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 ? not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? now get you to my lady's chamber, and... | |
 | 1918 - 878 pages
...of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy! Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar?" With a new "Richmond in the field" the boys at Clinton Street are confident of keeping the cup for... | |
 | Frederick B. Warde - 1913 - 280 pages
...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? Not one now to mock your own grinning! quite chap-fallen!" For three-and-twenty years that skull had... | |
 | Gotthard Deutsch - 1917 - 352 pages
...of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. Where be your gibes now? your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar?" He is really dead. Those who knew him and loved him — and who could help loving him — feel, like... | |
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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 grinning? 
