| David Selwyn - 1998 - 384 páginas
...swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary...with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd. O how wretched... | |
| William J. Bausch - 1999 - 324 páginas
...swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary...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. O, how... | |
| Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 páginas
...on bladders, /This many summers in a sea of glory, / But far beyond my depth: my highblown pride / At length broke under me, and now has left me, / Weary...that must forever 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... | |
| G. Wilsin Knight - 2002 - 368 páginas
...swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary...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. (HI. ii.... | |
| Lynn C. Miller, Jacqueline Taylor, M. Heather Carver - 2003 - 348 páginas
...swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary...mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me." Cardinal Wolsey, Henry VT.II. Charlotte Cushman, New Orleans. But I never gave up. As long as I was... | |
| William Shakespeare - 2011 - 355 páginas
...on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride 430 At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary...that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate you. I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched 435 Is that poor man that hangs... | |
| Thomas MacFaul - 2007 - 9 páginas
...swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary...with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. (lines 358—64) That these lines may be by Fletcher rather than Shakespeare only... | |
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