 | Edward Newenham Hoare - 1863 - 272 páginas
...ye ! 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...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again." Here we find in thirteen lines, containing 196 words, only thirteen words (besides the proper name,... | |
 | James Fleming - 1863 - 404 páginas
...ye ; I feel my heart new opened : Oh, how wretched Ts 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 ; hut thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy... | |
 | John Cooper Grocott - 1863 - 562 páginas
...ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours 1 There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. SHARSPERE. — King Heury VIII. Act III. Scene 2. (Wolsey on the Vicissitudes of Life ) Take physie,... | |
 | Samuel Martin - 1863 - 352 páginas
...: 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." Would to God, in hours of such wretchedness, and especially in his last hour of woe, some one had been... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1863 - 530 páginas
...must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; 5 I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...ruin,° More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; 10 And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John William Stanhope Hows - 1864 - 498 páginas
...must for ever hide me. 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'...Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amapedly. Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes... | |
 | 1864 - 98 páginas
...hate ye : I 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. »*»**»*** Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me,... | |
 | Young Men's Christian Associations (London, England) - 1864 - 520 páginas
...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." Would to God, in hours of such wretchedness, and especially in his last hour of woe, some one had been... | |
 | Charles Wordsworth - 1864 - 396 páginas
...such a fall is without hope : — 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. The simile in this last passage is evidently formed upon Isaiah xiv. 12, How art thou fallen from heaven,... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 páginas
...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. — * * * * * * » * Why, how now, Cromwell 1 Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wd. What, amaz'd... | |
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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. 
