 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 348 oldal
...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 - 110 oldal
...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...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 —... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 oldal
...me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened.4 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 honest... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 oldal
...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,... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1846 - 934 oldal
...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. -King Henry VIII. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1846 - 506 oldal
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 | Bits - 1847 - 88 oldal
...hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new open'd. 0, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Shakspere. THE GOLD KING. " Sole and supreme, the Spirit-King, I reign o'er all mankind; Who rules... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1847 - 638 oldal
...jirccntunirc is a barbarous word used instead of jirtemonerc. I feel my heart new open'd : 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There...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,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 oldal
...me. Vain. pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new open'd. 0, how wretched Is &B ?gy Ͽ6B Ec l n ) ~t M @p Z T] ]_+YY Db}l4 n... * \f5 lf{ a ]<U4 "d q d`5 P m U h) Nerer to hope again. Henry nil. \Falstajft Cowardice and Boeating.'] [FolstafT. who is represented... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 oldal
...Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel mv heart new open'd. O, how wretched N tliit pinching Neter to hope again. Htnr» rill. [Faittaft Cowardice and Boatting.] , who U represented as я monster... | |
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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... 
