 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 páginas
...that must forever 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'...— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. that his body shall remain in prison at the king's pleasure.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 592 páginas
...that must forever 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'...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, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 páginas
...wretchedness of human dependence. O how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 564 páginas
...ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...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 Howitt - 1840 - 548 páginas
...hate ye! I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...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... | |
 | Andrew Comstock - 1841 - 410 páginas
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 350 páginas
...that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond ray depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left...? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder, A great man should decline ? Nay, an you weep, I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 634 páginas
...ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O ! how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly9. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. WoL What ! amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 628 páginas
...ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O ! how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly6. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What! amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 494 páginas
...ye : If feel my heart new open'd. O! how wretched Is that poor man , that hangs on princes' favours. There is , betwixt that smile we would aspire to ,...Cromwell! Crom. I have no power to speak , Sir. Wol. What! amas'd At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder , A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep, I am... | |
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But far beyond ray 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. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new... 
