 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 pàgines
...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. — Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy... | |
 | Robert Aspland - 1857 - 802 pàgines
...and Davison after him. ' Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! 1 feel my heart new opened. 0 how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.' " Brewster, being now about thirty-eight years old, sought a place of retirement, far away from court,... | |
 | Dublin city, univ - 1857 - 692 pàgines
...glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. 0 ! how wretched Is that poor man, who hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. SHAKSPEARE. TO BE TRANSLATED INTO LATIN PROSE. The human mind is of a very imitative nature : nor is... | |
 | Edmund Hamilton Sears - 1857 - 468 pàgines
...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, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again." Brewster, being now about thirty-eight years old, sought a place of retirement, far away from court,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 pàgines
...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, 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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 352 pàgines
...heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors ! There is, hetwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of...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 Seely Hart - 1857 - 394 pàgines
...: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again ! SHYLOCK. (From the Merchant of Venice.} Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto you have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 710 pàgines
...poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, surely That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. K. HE.-. RV VIll., A. 3, S. 2. THE HUMAN FANG (SLANDER). WHAT shall I need to draw my sword? the Hath... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 784 pàgines
...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. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ! CHOM. I have no power to speak, sir. WOL. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 pàgines
...The passage is hardly apposite enough to be worth extraction here. 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. — Enter CROMWELL, standing amazed'. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir.... | |
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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... 
