 | William Martin - 1838 - Страниц: 368
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened : 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...and their ruin, More pangs and fears, than wars or woman have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. LESSON IV. THE KING IN... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - Страниц: 804
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new opened : O, s flexible the knees of knotted oaks, And flies Hed...rage doth sympathize» And with an accent tun'd i tears than wars or women ha«; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - Страниц: 342
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...would aspire to, • That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he -falls like Lucifer,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - Страниц: 480
...Whose conscience with injustice ia corrupted. 22— iii. 2. 40 The wretchedness of human dependence. O how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.} 25 — iii. 2. 41 Prayers denied, often profitable. We, ignorant of ourselves, Beg often our own harms,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - Страниц: 564
...must for 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'...women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. Enter CROMWELL amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Never to hope again.— _—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - Страниц: 592
...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.— [Exeunt all but WOLSET. Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - Страниц: 592
...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. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. that his... | |
 | William Howitt - 1840 - Страниц: 540
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye! I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to rise again ! The story of the ambition and greatness of Wolsey is a splendid and rare story ; but what... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1840 - Страниц: 908
...parting kiss on the purest hand in Christendom, to Ninion Saunders' filthy wine- flasks. CHAPTER VI. " Oh how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have." SHAKSPEARE. WE might now occupy a goodly number of our pages with the wooing of Lord Dudley, and the... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1841 - Страниц: 410
...how wretched Is that poor man | that hangs on prin'ces' favours ! | There is,* betwixt that smile he would aspire to, | That sweet aspect of princes, |...falls, \ he falls like Lucifer, | Never to hope again,. | WOLSEY S FAREWELL ADDRESS TO CROMWELL. (SHAKSPEARE.) Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear | In... | |
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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, Never... 
