 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 490 páginas
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that 1 have kiss'd 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols...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,... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 924 páginas
...how abhorred in my 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...your songs ? your flashes of merriment ? that were wont'to set the table on a roar. Notone now to mock your own grinning : quite chapfallen. Now get you... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 páginas
...how abhorred in my 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...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, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 páginas
...how abhorred in my 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...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 - 1824 - 512 páginas
...gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips. that 1 have kisa'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibe* now ? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table oo a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 páginas
...abhorred in my imagination it is .' my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? you flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own... | |
 | Sir William Forbes - 1824 - 462 páginas
...been his lot to be exposed. And to all this he added a vein of delicate and peculiar humour, and " flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar." An intimate friendship between Mr. Arbuthnot and the author of these memoirs had commenced at an earlier... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 páginas
...fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know not how oft ; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 páginas
...how abhorred in my 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 ? yonr songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were went to set the table on a roar ? Not one, now,... | |
 | James Boaden - 1825 - 646 páginas
...party, and he was to the last degree flat and unprofitable. " Where be your gibes now, your jests, your songs ? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar? Not one now!" I have heard poor Hewerdine firing away from his sawcy cock-boat, upon that first rate, Porson ; and... | |
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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? 
