 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 页
...those lips, thatlhavo 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? Ntfw* get1 you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | William Herbert - 1853 - 234 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 ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | Spectator The - 1853 - 560 页
...those lips that I have kissed 1 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 chop-fallen! Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1853 - 382 页
...siek man's lips that night. His wonted humour 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 moek his own grinning !— quite ehap-fallen.' The eonversation was of death and the grave. And... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1853 - 388 页
...sick man's lips that night. His wonted humour 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. And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 420 页
...that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambolsryour songs.'your ilasnes 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... | |
 | 1854 - 474 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 chopfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | Franc Schuerewegen - 1997 - 132 页
...c'est sans lubricité. En quoi il n'est pas drôle: Where be your gibes now. your gambols. your songs. your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? 1p. 7701" Mal lui en a pris: la sanction. pour cette fois. est venue avant la faute. Du moins peut-on... | |
 | Robert Andrews - 1997 - 666 页
...father's jester, whose skull has just been dug up. "Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?" 7 He jests at scars that never felt a wound. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, (1564-1616) British dramatist, poet.... | |
 | Erwin J. Warkentin - 1997 - 136 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? (5. 1. 178-185) Borcherfs play deals with the life and death of the character described by Hamlet in... | |
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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? 
