 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 páginas
...and glory of this world, I hate ye. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Act iii. Sc. 2. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To filence envious tongues. Be just, and... | |
 | 1856 - 518 páginas
...ye ! I feel my heart new opened. Oh ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, —...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. 24. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S ADDRESS TO CROMWELL. Let's dry our eyes, and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And... | |
 | Robert Aspland - 1857 - 802 páginas
...him. ' Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! 1 feel my heart new opened. 0 how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.' " Brewster, being now about thirty-eight years old, sought a place of retirement, far away from court,... | |
 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 páginas
...me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened : Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 páginas
...ye ; I feel my heart new opened : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 352 páginas
...heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, hetwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of...again. Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder,... | |
 | Dublin city, univ - 1857 - 692 páginas
...glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. 0 ! how wretched Is that poor man, who hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. SHAKSPEARE. TO BE TRANSLATED INTO LATIN PROSE. The human mind is of a very imitative nature : nor is... | |
 | Edmund Hamilton Sears - 1857 - 468 páginas
...hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again." Brewster, being now about thirty-eight years old, sought a place of retirement, far away from court,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 796 páginas
...hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There...pangs and fears than wars or women have : And when lie falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 784 páginas
...hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There...— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ! CHOM. I have no power to speak, sir. WOL. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder,... | |
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O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,... 
