 | William Shakespeare - 1832 - 1022 页
...that I have kissed I know not bow oft. Wbere be your gibes nowf your gambols? your songs T your Hashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar t Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen f Now get you to my lady's chamber, atid... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 页
...that I have kissed', I know not how oft'. Where are 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 tell her', if... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 页
...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 f ' quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,2 and tell her,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 页
...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 ? Not one now to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1837 - 478 页
...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? Not one now to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let lier... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1839 - 238 页
...sick-man's lips that night. His wonted humor was gone. Of all his 'jibes, 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 chap-fallen.' — The conversation was of death and the grave.... | |
 | Richard Brinsley Sheridan - 1840 - 346 页
...of a skull, has been noticed by Sbakspeare ; *4 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 tomock yuur own grinning f quite chopfallen 1 " And again; " within the hollow crown That rounds the... | |
 | 1841 - 962 页
...Yorick's scull might rather have been chosen for his re-appearance in society, by his biographer. " Where be your gibes now ? Your flashes of merriment that were wont To set the table in a roar ?" The following epitaph furnished to me by my friend the Rev. Jasper N. Harrison, Vicar... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 页
...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 ? Not one now, to mock your own jeering? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her... | |
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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? 
