 | John Bartlett - 1865 - 504 pàgines
...frost. Act Hi. Sc. 2. 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. Act iii. Sc. 2. And sleep in dull, cold marble. Act iii. Sc. 2. Fling away ambition : By that sin fell... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - 592 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...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — • Enter CROMWELL. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir. Wol. What, amazed At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 496 pàgines
...fhate ye: T feel my heart new opened. 0, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on prince's favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter CROMWELL, amcaedly. Why, how now, Cromwell! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 pàgines
...hate 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, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. CORDELIA'S GRIEF. FROM THE PLAY OF 'KING LEAE.' The following extract, which may be found in the Fourth... | |
 | Our life - 1865 - 234 pàgines
...ye ! I feel my heart new opened. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on prince's 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 honest... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 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...like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter CROMWELL, and stands amazed. Why, how now, Cromwell ! Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amazed... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1866 - 704 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 Cromwdl, amazectty. Why, how now, Cromwell t Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. WoL What, amaz'd... | |
 | James Stuart Laurie - 1866 - 236 pàgines
...ye ; I feel my heart new opened. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that haugs 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 honest... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 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, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again ! EVENING. Shdkspeare. THE moon is up, and yet it is not night— Sunset divides the sky with her—a... | |
 | 1866 - 320 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. Act in. Scene ^. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just and... | |
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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. 
