 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?  The Atlantic Monthly - Page 5011863Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - Theater - 1823 - 490 pages
...lips, that 1 have kiss'd 1 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, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 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 on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 pages
...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 grin uing ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady' chamber, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 370 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 on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - Fore-edge painting - 1824 - 428 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 on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - English drama - 1824 - 486 pages
...abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs? your Hashes 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, and... | |
 | Literary gems - 1826 - 718 pages
...parade and pageantry. Now, like Hamlet over the skull of Yorick, we may say of it, where be now your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? quite chop-fallen—and to this complexion all worldly grandeur must come. How many of our kindred... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 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 on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning 42 ? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber 23... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 554 pages
...lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. WheVe 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 fjrinning*2 ? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber23,... | |
 | 1827 - 412 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 on a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and... | |
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