 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 412 pagini
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 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 416 pagini
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 | William J. Bausch - 1999 - 324 pagini
...hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That...falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. — Shakespeare, Henry VIII O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2008 - 246 pagini
...must for ever hide me . 365 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'...— That sweet aspect of princes — and their ruin 370 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1999 - 273 pagini
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 | 1984 - 472 pagini
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 | Harold Bloom - 2001 - 750 pagini
...must forever 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. [III.ii.350-72] Mira tan sólo mi caída, y lo que me arruinó: Cromwell, te lo encomiendo, arroja... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 180 pagini
...There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, 369 That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, 370 More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And...like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell, standing amazed. Why how now, Cromwell? CROMWELL I have no power to speak, sir. WOLSEY What, amazed... | |
 | Clifford J. Stevens - 2000 - 329 pagini
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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... 
