 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 634 páginas
...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...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 - 1843 - 364 páginas
...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...— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crotn, I have no power to speak, air. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 páginas
...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...like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter CROMWELL, amazedlií. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 348 páginas
...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,... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 páginas
...must for ever hide 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'...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 - 482 páginas
...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...— Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol What, amazed At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder A... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 páginas
...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...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedty. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1846 - 934 páginas
...must for ever hide 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'...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,... | |
 | Bits - 1847 - 88 páginas
...must for ever 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'...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 páginas
...must for ever hide me. Vain. pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new open'd. 0, not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas t Nerer to hope again. Henry nil. \Falstajft Cowardice and Boeating.'] [FolstafT. who is represented... | |
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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... 
