 | 1805 - 608 páginas
...will transmit his name to posterity with distinguish* ed reputation. " Alas, poor Yorick ! -Where be your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one now ! Alas» poor Yorick !" Memoirs of the Life of Mr. Voltaire». SOME fix the... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 páginas
...me on his back a thousanc times; and now, how abhorr'd in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at . Brit. Do so; — and let no man abide this dued. But we the doers. K 5 be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your sougs 40 43 Ho- 50 ,-our flashes of merriment, that were... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 páginas
...borne me on his back a thousanc times; and now, how abhorr'd in myimaginatioi it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Wher be your gibes now ; your gambols ? your songs our flashes of merriment, that were wont to set... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 342 páginas
...hot* abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at h. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your...your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tabfe on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - 418 páginas
...a 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?... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 páginas
...a 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 - 1809 - 476 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...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?6 quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7 and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 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...the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?s quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber,7 and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 470 páginas
...Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where he your gihes now ? your gamhols ? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the tahle on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning?s quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 páginas
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not liow oft. Where be your gibes now : your gambols ? your...wont to set the table on a roar : Not one now, to mo ck your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her... | |
| |
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? 
