 | 1843 - 486 pages
...will drop a tear to his memory, as they ask, " Where be his gibes now — his jests, his songs, his flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ?" Mr. Smith was a member of the town council, for the ward of St. Augustine, from the period of the... | |
 | George Robert Rowe - 1844 - 132 pages
...introduce, only as one of the observations in allusion to diet*. * " The mixing in cheerful society, ' the flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar,' excite in the mind pleasing emotions, and contribute much to digestion by imparting increased secretion... | |
 | George Robert Rowe - 1844 - 212 pages
...Another and powerful auxiliary in the treatment of indigestion, is the mixing in cheerful society : " the flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar," excite in the mind pleasing emotions, and contribute much to digestion by imparting increased secretion... | |
 | John Walker Ord - 1845 - 434 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 we to my lady's chamber, and... | |
 | Joseph Leech - 1847 - 282 pages
...but long extinct. "Alas, poor Yorick !" "Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? your songs ? yoi,r flashes of merriment that were won't to set the table in a roar ? not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen?" Yet like his jokes, which bit while they... | |
 | Timothy Stone Pinneo - 1847 - 502 pages
...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 in a roar' ? Not one', now, to mock your grinning'? quite chop-fallen'? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 316 pages
...man's lips that night. His wonted humour was gone. Of all his ' gibes, his gambols, his songs, his flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar, not one now to mock his own grinning !—quite chopfallen.' The conversation was of death and the grave.... | |
 | 1849 - 494 pages
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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? 
