 | Walter McLeod - 1850 - 170 Seiten
...t Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opened. 2 Oh, how wretched i.. 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 Shakespeare - 1850 - 588 Seiten
...hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, Tha't...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. that his... | |
 | English history - 1851 - 706 Seiten
...surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have veniur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This...fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, ho falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, amaiedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 Seiten
...and now hast left ine, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SPEECH TO CROMWELL. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries;... | |
 | 1851 - 496 Seiten
...for every hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart now opened : 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. THE SEVEN AGES OF MAN. ALL the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 670 Seiten
...hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. 0, 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,... | |
 | John Celivergos Zachos - 1851 - 570 Seiten
...ye : I feel my heart new opened. Oh, 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 ! — Cromwell, I did not think to shed a ter-r In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 594 Seiten
...hide me ; Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye I I feel my heart new open'd. O how wretch'd Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There...and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or woman have; And, when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. [Henry tke SixA.] [Henry... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 576 Seiten
...TTis greatness is a ripening,— nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, 1/ike little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CBOMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cram. I have no power to speak, Sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | Class-book - 1852 - 152 Seiten
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. of jjttan. Why then, you princes, "Do you with cheeks abash'd behold our works ; And call them shames,... | |
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But far beyond my 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 open'd... 
