 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 426 páginas
...many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke tinder me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service,...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 - 1804 - 548 páginas
...full-surely His greatness is a ripening,—nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This...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, amaz'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 408 páginas
...It is almost unnecessary to observe that pramunire is a barbarous word used instead of prccmonere. This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond...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 - 1806 - 510 páginas
...greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like liiile wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Cram. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 páginas
...that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new opeu'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...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 - 1811 - 394 páginas
...surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This...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 - 1811 - 464 páginas
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, aod glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new opf.n'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter Cromwell, amaztdly. Why, how now, Cromwell > Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wot. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 476 páginas
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new opcn'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again,— Enter Cromwell, amazedly. Why, how now, Crolnwell p Crom, I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 388 páginas
...surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd. Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL amazcdly, Why, how now, Cromwell ? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 490 páginas
...At length broke under me ; and now has Irll me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rnde stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and...More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And wheu he falls, he (alls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now,... | |
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But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; 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 ye ; I feel my heart new open'd... 
