 | Robert W. Uphaus - 1981 - 172 páginas
...the moment of his fall: 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. (III.ii.365-72) Then, after declaring, "The King has cur'd me, / I humbly thank his Grace" (380-81),... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 páginas
...hate ye. I feel my heart now 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. (57) Act III, Scene 2: Wolsey has just spoken with his faithful follower and pupil, Cromwell, who now... | |
 | Gary Schmidgall - 1990 - 256 páginas
...this she is oddly but tellingly like Wolsey, the last of Shakespeare's proud but doomed suitors: O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have. [H8 3.2.366-70] The second subject that Venus and Adonis opens to consideration concerns the motivation... | |
 | Suzy Platt - 1992 - 550 páginas
...hate 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. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Henry VIII, act III, scene ii, lines 350-72. Cardinal Wolsey is speaking about... | |
 | Robert Andrews - 1993 - 1214 páginas
...writer of mimes. Sententiae, no. 470. 7 О how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! the very basis of his philosophy, and such as you find in the sonnets of Michelangelo WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616), English dramatist, poet. Cardinal Wolsey, in Henry VIII, acl 3, sc.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 páginas
...must for ever 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. 42 0 mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk... | |
 | William J. Bausch - 1999 - 324 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. — Shakespeare, Henry VIII O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers... | |
 | David Selwyn - 1998 - 384 páginas
...the family is significant. In fact he is acting, and Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.146 It is the greatest speech in the play, and undoubtedly one of the things Crawford reads,... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 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. [III.ii.350-72] Mira tan sólo mi caída, y lo que me arruinó: Cromwell, te lo encomiendo, arroja... | |
 | G. Wilson Knight - 2002 - 256 páginas
...hate 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. (Henry fill, in, ii, 366) Here 'favours' means just what 'favour' might mean in our sonnet. We have... | |
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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 to hope again. 
