...those whom we would gladly welcome, but for them a change of venue has been ordered. "Where be their flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar?" Where the "delicate fancy" that attended their lighter moments, and where the profound intellects tfiat...

...backs when he came near. Alas! poor Inigo, where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar? Like A mad is when his Oriana treated him frostily, ' he longed to seek a desert and to hide himself...

...it) 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 your own grinning? QUITE chapfallen?" These questions, Clarke says, are put slowly,...

...whose skull he addresses as "a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy." Yorick's "gibes," "gambols," and "flashes of merriment" that "were wont to set the table on a roar" are reborn in the prince. Humor is his way of warding off insanity, the condition to which,...

...pick up such anecdotica! strays and waifs as may, perchance, have escaped the knowledge, or Ьavе been deemed hardly worth the gathering, of other and...merriment " that were wont to set the table in a roar." lu these moods he would freely communicate any little adventure in which he had been concerned, even...

...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...

...and with heav'n thy friend.' — Pope. ' Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar. ' — Shakespeare. In addition to the above, remarks were made by Bro. Professor Schaeberle and WE...

...estate, my home is the wide world, wherein I wander forlorn. Where be now my gibes and gambols, my flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table in a roar? I beg my bread in shame. Whither shall I turn if not to the clergy, nourished as I was at the Pierian...

...according to thy feai/, so is thy wrathV Where are your gibes * now ? your gambols* ? your songs* ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar* ? Thus saith the High and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; "I dwell in the high...