 | William J. Bausch - 1999 - Страниц: 324
...root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my...ever 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' favors!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2008 - Страниц: 246
...And then he falls, as I do . I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 360 This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my...mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me . 365 Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye! I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 2001 - Страниц: 750
.../And then he falls as I do. I have ventur'd / Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, /This many summers in a sea of glory, / But far beyond my...service, to the mercy / Of a rude stream that must forever hide me. / Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye; / I feel my heart new open'd. O how... | |
 | G. Wilsin Knight - 2002 - Страниц: 368
...dangers of all mortal adventure : I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my...ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. (HI. ii. 358) Here a sea-image exactly expresses the insubstantial... | |
 | Syd Pritchard - 2005 - Страниц: 149
...[Troilus and Cressida I ii 310] / have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my...broke under me, And now has left me, Weary and old to the mercy, Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me The surprising under achiever Th' expectancy... | |
 | Thomas MacFaul - 2007 - Страниц: 9
...wonderfully depicted in his earlier soliloquy: I have ventur'd, Like wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my...mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. (lines 358—64) That these lines may be by Fletcher rather than Shakespeare only goes to show that... | |
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This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. 
