 | Epes Sargent - 1859 - 450 pàgines
...swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my nigh-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 falls... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1859 - 466 pàgines
...ye : I feel my heart new open'd. 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls like Lucifer, — Never to hope again. — Enter CEOMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What! amaz'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 790 pàgines
...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 like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CBOMWELL, amazed/y. Why, how now, Cromwell ! CROM. I have no power to speak, sir. WOL. What, amaz'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 182 pàgines
...ye ! I feel my heart new opened: 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. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. DESCRIPTION OF CLEOPATRA SAILING DOWN THE CYDNl'9. The barge she sat in, like... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 188 pàgines
...hate ye! I feel my heart new opened: 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. ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. DESCRIPTION OF CLEOPATRA SAILING DOWN THE CYDNUS. The harge she sat in, like... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1861 - 352 pàgines
...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. Cardinal Wolsey's Speech to Cromwell. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ;... | |
 | 1861 - 520 pàgines
...when the peroration of that fallen Minister's lament would be too literally applicable to himself — There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, (or say — for this would strike Alberoni's fancy more — like Madame des Ursine), Never to hope... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 576 pàgines
...ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretehed Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — 'Enter CBOMWEIX, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir. Wol. What, amazed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1863 - 512 pàgines
...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 like Lucifer, Never to hope -again. — Enter CEOMWEIX, amazedly. "Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd... | |
 | James Stuart Laurie - 1863 - 328 pàgines
...is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming, throws his shadow on the floor; FALL OF WOLSEY. Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favors !...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— Wol. So farewell to the little good you bear me! Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This... | |
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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. 
