 | Book - 1841 - Страниц: 164
...how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on prince's favours ! There is betwixt that smile that we aspire to. That sweet aspect of princes, and their...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. SHAKSFKARE. £i)r -ttnvrs'j of iloani ant 7;br to Ujr Dntr. THESE are thy glorious works, Parent of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - Страниц: 634
...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'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly9. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. WoL What... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - Страниц: 628
...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'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly6. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - Страниц: 350
...ye : I feel my heart new open'd. 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 ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - Страниц: 494
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world , I hate ye : If feel my heart new open'd. O! how wretched Is that poor man , that hangs on princes'...falls , he falls like Lucifer , Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL , amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell! Crom. I have no power to speak , Sir. Wol. What!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - Страниц: 364
...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'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crotn, I have no power to speak, air. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - Страниц: 672
...heart new opened. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is, hetwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter CROMWELL, amazedlií. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - Страниц: 348
...ye : I feel my heart new open'd. 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. Eater CBOMWBLL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - Страниц: 110
...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'...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 Draper Swan - 1845 - Страниц: 494
...opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedty. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
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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... 
