 | Marcius Willson - 1854 - 622 páginas
...mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; 1 feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again." "Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sil tell the angels ; how can man then, - Tbe... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 538 páginas
...! 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, amazcdly. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol What! amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | Heberden Milford - 1854 - 338 páginas
...VIIL, Wolsey says to Norfolk :— ' Oh 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.' " Thus Lord Squanderficld, in his rambling, loquacious way, delivered himself; and as usual, made what... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - 100 páginas
...arrogance. 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...falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CBOMWELL,* amazedly. B. 2E. Why how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | British history - 1855 - 482 páginas
...REFORMATION. "AD 1509— 1536. Oh ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours I There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — SHAKESPEARE. HENRY VII. was succeeded by his son Henry, who was not more than eighteen years of... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 páginas
...blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Act iii. Sc. 2. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To filence envious tongues. Be just, and... | |
 | 1856 - 518 páginas
...must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened. Oh ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. 24. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S ADDRESS TO CROMWELL. Let's dry our eyes, and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 380 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...falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CuoiuvKi.r., mnazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol, What, amaz'd... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 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...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again ! SHAKSPEARE. 116 SUNSHINE AFTER A SHOWER. EVER after summer shower, When the bright sun's returning... | |
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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... 
