 | William Sherwood - 1856 - 466 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...on princes' favors ! There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes and his ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - 488 pàgines
...swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown prido At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary,...betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect f of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - 490 pàgines
...depth ; my high-blown pride At length Iiroke under me ; and now lias left me. Weary, and old witli service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must...betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect f of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he... | |
 | Edmund Hamilton Sears - 1857 - 468 pàgines
...Vol. VI. pp. 50-64. " 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." Brewster, being now about thirty-eight years old, sought a place of retirement, far away from court,... | |
 | Dublin city, univ - 1857 - 692 pàgines
...ye : I feel my heart new open'd. 0 ! how wretched Is that poor man, who hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, 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 - 374 pàgines
...hate ye ! I feel my heart new opened. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors 1 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,... | |
 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 pàgines
...ye ; I feel my heart new opened : Oh, 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. — 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
...hate ye ! 1 feel my heart new opened. 0 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.' " Brewster, being now about thirty-eight years old, sought a place of retirement, far away from court,... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1858 - 480 pàgines
...which tha next hour may prove to be wrong. CXCVIII. CARDINAL WOLSEY AND CROMWELL.* Wolsey. FAREWELL, a long farewell to all my greatness ! This is the...betwixt that smile we would aspire to. That sweet aspect f of princes, and their rum, More pangs and fears than wars or women hav» And when he falls, he falls... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 pàgines
...here. I feel my heart new open'd. Oh ! how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, standing amazed'. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What! amaz'd At... | |
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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. 
