 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 Seiten
...know not how oft. Where be your gibes now > your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merrfment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen f Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | 1795 - 432 Seiten
...those lips, that I have kiss'd 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 fall'n ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - 314 Seiten
...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 her... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1803 - 296 Seiten
...moft excellent fancy ! — Where be your gibes now ? your flames of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? not one now quite chop-fallen...! Alas ! alas ! alas ! poor Yorick. This, with the fpontaneous flood of friendfhip, your Eugenius fighs, * Mr Sierne died in March 1768. foon afier ihe... | |
 | 1803 - 376 Seiten
...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 chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1803 - 502 Seiten
...moft excellent fancy ! — Where be your gibes now ? your flafhes of merriment, that were wont to fet the table on a roar ? not one now— —quite chop-fallen ! Alas ! alas I alas ! poor Yorick. This, with the fpontaneous flood of friendfhip, your Eugenius fighs. * Mr Sterne... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 Seiten
...those lips, that I have kiss'd 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 her... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1805 - 430 Seiten
...throat, that my friend Eugeaiu» can. scarce hear me cry across the table ! THE CA T'ASTR 0 PH £. HE's gone ! for ever gone ! * Poor Yorick ! he was...set the table on a roar ?— not one now — quite chop fallen ! Alas ! alas ! alas ! poor Yoricls. This, with the spontaneous flood of friendship, your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 Seiten
...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... | |
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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? 
