 Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when...  The dramatic works of William Shakspeare - Pagina 53de William Shakespeare - 1813Vizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 658 pagini
...shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more. THE VICISSITUDES OP LIFE. So farewell to the little good you bear me, Farewell,...The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And hears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third dav, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, —... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1827 - 648 pagini
...you well, my little good Lord Cardinal;' — then follows his fine soliloquy, beginning with — ' So farewell to the little good you bear me ; Farewell,...farewell, to all my greatness : This is the state of man, &e.' and the touching dialogue with Cromwell, wherein he tells him, that he has recommended him to... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1828 - 264 pagini
...tower; 'There let him learn obedience. CARDINAL WOLSEY AND CROMWELL. SHAKSPEARE. Wol. (alont.) Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state...honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely, His greatness is a ripening, nips his... | |
 | J[ohn] H[anbury]. Dwyer - 1828 - 314 pagini
...cries aloud Through all her works,) he must delight in virtue." TRAGEDY OP CATO.. " Farewell, along farewell to all my greatness ! This is the state of...honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, (a killing frost.) And when he thinks, (good easy man,) full surely His greatness is a ripening, nips... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1828 - 520 pagini
...fare you well, my little good Lord Cardinal; —then follows his fine soliloquy, beginning with— So farewell to the little good you bear me; Farewell,...farewell, to all my greatness: This is the state of man, &c.— and the touching dialogue with Cromwell, wherein he tells him that he has recommended him to... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1828 - 534 pagini
...fare you well, my little good Lord Cardinal ; — then follows his fine soliloquy, beginning with — So farewell to the little good you bear me ; Farewell,...farewell, to all my greatness : This is the state of man, &c. — and the touching dialogue with Cromwell, wherein he tells him that he has recommended him to... | |
 | William Scott - 1829 - 420 pagini
...Cromwell.— HENRY VIII. Wol. FAREWELL, a long farewell to all my greatness! This is the state of man ; to day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; tomorrow...honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, nips his... | |
 | Francis Barry Boyle] [St. Leger - 1829 - 336 pagini
...put into his mouth befit both the subject and the speaker : — This is the state of man ! — to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow...honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening — nips... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 pagini
...no doubt, shall thank you. So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal. \Ezeunl all bul Wolsey. Wol. So farewell to the little good you bear me Farewell,...all my greatness ! This is the state of man: To-day lie puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms. And bears his blushing honours thick... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 438 pagini
...would bite his lip To hear the javel so good men to nip. Hutberd This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow...honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And when he thinks, ^ood easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nipt his... | |
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