 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 Seiten
...; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is ; my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 Seiten
...imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Wnere 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 chapfallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 502 Seiten
...now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it.( 5 *) Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flushes of merriment, that were wont to set ike table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own * peering... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1820 - 512 Seiten
...now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. (s *' Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 560 Seiten
...and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 560 Seiten
...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 chamber2, and tell her, let her paint an inch * First folio, Here's a scull noia, this scull. f First... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 558 Seiten
...; and now how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 490 Seiten
...abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that 1 have kiss'd 1 know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols...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,... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 924 Seiten
...: and now how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...your songs ? your flashes of merriment ? that were wont'to set the table on a roar. Notone now to mock your own grinning : quite chapfallen. Now get you... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 Seiten
...times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes...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,... | |
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Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? 
