 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 - 1844 - 364 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... | |
 | Languages, Modern - 1907 - 510 pages
...lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be you gibes HOW? 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 going? quite chopfallen?' Sterben ist Menschenlos ; doch war dieser Yorick... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1847 - 252 pages
...skull, has been noticed by Shakspeare ; " 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 chopfallen! " And again; " within the hollow crown... | |
 | John Ruskin - Aesthetics - 1848 - 266 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?" 1 I take this and the next instance from Leigh Hunt's admirable piece of criticism, " Imagination and... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 pages
...lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes o,f merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chopfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Europe - 1851 - 376 pages
...the sick 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 on a roar, not one now to mock his own grinning ! — quite chapfallen. The conversation was of death and the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 602 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,9... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 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 - 1851 - 532 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,2... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 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... | |
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