...away with their host, and that host's son. " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ?" The property has gone into the hands of another family, and the time prognosticated by Sir Walter...

...away with their host, and that host's son. " Where be your gibes now ? your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ?" The property has gone into the hands of another family, and the time prognosticated by Sir Walter...

...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 in a roar ? — Not one now to mock at your grinning ? quite chapfallen ? — Now get you to my lady's chamber...

...a merry man. One thinks of Yorick — ' Where be your gibes now P your gambols P your songs P your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar P ' We may well apply to Sterne — since he applied them to himself — the mournful words, ' AJas,...

...perhaps with a tear, we thought of the man we had loved, with all his gibes, his gambols, his songs, his flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ; and also of the friends and companions of our early youth. Many of them still survive; one gained...

...fancy." Did fun-loving Paris ask, " Where be your gibes now? — your gambols? — -your songs? — your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ?" — or did it think enough was done when it provided for the singing of the song, — " Oh. a pit...

...mournfully apt appear to us the words :— ' Where be your gibes now ? Your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ?' Oh! my friends, is it with you, as with me, that the death of the humourist seems to leave a sadder...

...mocking his "infinite jest and a most excellent fancy ;" converting into a succession of sobs those "flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar." At the time when nearly every drawingroom, attic, and kitchen — when every class and order of society...

...cast over the revellers' banquet, a few smooth words are spoken about the gibes and gambols and songs and flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar ; then, as of course, the claret goes round, and Lord March resumes his remarks on the merits of a...

...upon them alone — months which, like poor Yorick's skull, suggest the gibes, the gambols, the songs, and "flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar." The hand, too, in which the curious read lines of fortune, deserves more than a closing paragraph....