 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 538 páginas
...must for ever hide 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'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazcdly. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol What!... | |
 | Heberden Milford - 1854 - 338 páginas
...state distinctions — I seek not sovereign services. In Henry VIIL, Wolsey says to Norfolk :— ' Oh how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.' " Thus Lord Squanderficld, in his rambling, loquacious way, delivered himself; and as usual, made what... | |
 | Marcius Willson - 1854 - 622 páginas
...hate ye ; 1 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." "Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition ; By that sil tell the angels ; how can man then, - Tbe... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - 100 páginas
...this was the correct Latin idiom, when the expression was cited against him as a proof of arrogance. I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that...falls, he 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.... | |
 | British history - 1855 - 480 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... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 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...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 380 páginas
...and now has left me. Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must lor ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CuoiuvKi.r., mnazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol,... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - 660 páginas
...and glory of this world, I hate ye. 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. Act iii. Sc. 2. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To filence envious tongues. Be just, and... | |
 | 1856 - 518 páginas
...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, —...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... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1856 - 802 páginas
...open'd: 0, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile ho would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and...women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, A Never to hope again.— v^f. Enter Cromuxlt, amastttiy. "Why, how now, Cromwell 3 Crom. 1 have no... | |
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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... 
