 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 sayfa
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 sayfa
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 sayfa
...I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes DOW ? your gambols ? your songs? your flashes ur'd Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chapfallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1847 - 252 sayfa
...has been noticed by Shakspeare ; " 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 chopfallen! " And again; " within the hollow crown... | |
 | John Ruskin - 1848 - 266 sayfa
...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?" 1 I take this and the next instance from Leigh Hunt's admirable piece of criticism, " Imagination and... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 sayfa
...have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes o,f 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... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 376 sayfa
...lips that night. His wonted humour was gone. Of all his gibes, 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 chapfallen. The conversation was of death and the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 sayfa
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 sayfa
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 sayfa
...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... | |
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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? 
