 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 376 Seiten
...sick man's 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 grave. And when... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 Seiten
...those lips, thatlhave 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 Seiten
...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 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... | |
 | Spectator The - 1853 - 560 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Robert Andrews - 1997 - 666 Seiten
...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.... | |
 | Franc Schuerewegen - 1997 - 132 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Erwin J. Warkentin - 1997 - 136 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? (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? 
