 | Elegant extracts - 1812 - 316 páginas
...me on his hack a thousand tiires : and now how abhorred in my imagination it is SUV gorge rises in it. Here hung those lips, that I have kiss'd I know...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 you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 páginas
...how abhorred in my imagination it is { my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that / have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? 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 you to my Lady's chamber,... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 páginas
...how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that / have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? 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 you to my Lady's chamber,... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1813 - 310 páginas
...Yorick ! he was a fellow of infinite jest ! of most excellent fancy ! — where be your gibes now ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? not one now quite chop-fallen ! Alas ! alas ! alas ! poor Yorick. This, with the spontaneous flood of friendship,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 páginas
...lips, that I have kissed l know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? vour gambols ? your songs? 3our flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one uow, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1872 - 480 páginas
...follow from his facility and plenipotence of wit in writing, that he could shine at those extempore " flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar." But, besides the natural inference that way, we have the statement of honest old Aubrey, that " he... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 502 páginas
...abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it.( 5 *) Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flushes of merriment, that were wont to set ike table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own * peering... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1820 - 512 páginas
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. (s *' 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 jeering ?* quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my ^ lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1822 - 430 páginas
...of wealth, the storehouse of the world !" — YOUNG. THE BOAR'S HEAD TAVERN; EASTCHEAP. (OriginaI.) WHERE be your gibes now '( your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment? — And the Boar's Head was once as full of gibes, and gambols, and songs, and flashes of merriment,... | |
 | 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... | |
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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? 
