 | Harold Bloom - 1985 - 544 pagini
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 | Charles DeLoach - 1988 - 576 pagini
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 | Suzy Platt - 1989 - 556 pagini
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 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 pagini
...that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye. I feel my heart now open'd. O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes;...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. (57) Act III, Scene 2: Wolsey has just spoken with his faithful follower and pupil, Cromwell, who now... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1990 - 212 pagini
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 | Gary Schmidgall - 1990 - 256 pagini
...Shakespeare's proud but doomed suitors: O how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have. [H8 3.2.366-70] The second subject that Venus and Adonis opens to consideration concerns the motivation... | |
 | Alan Lennox-Short - 1991 - 300 pagini
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 | Angela Partington - 1992 - 1098 pagini
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 | Suzy Platt - 1992 - 550 pagini
...that 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, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Henry VIII, act III, scene ii, lines 350-72. Cardinal Wolsey is speaking about... | |
 | Robert Andrews - 1993 - 1214 pagini
...intend to deny. PUBLILIUS SYRUS (1st century BC). Roman writer of mimes. Sententiae, no. 470. 7 О how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes'...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616), English dramatist, poet. Cardinal Wolsey, in Henry VIII, acl 3, sc.... | |
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O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! 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... 
