 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 466 pągines
...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 : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours I There is, betwixt that... | |
 | Prolusiones - 1788 - 204 pągines
...depth : my high blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye ! CARDINALIS WOLSEIUS LOQUITUR. Ti /TAGN A vale, aeternumque vale mea gloria !... | |
 | William Scott - 1789 - 416 pągines
...depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with fervice., to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye! I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretch«4 Is that poor man that hangs on... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 478 pągines
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 | Tate Wilkinson - 1790 - 284 pągines
...: my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Thus poor Bellamy, who once lolled in her -K 4 chair, and rolled in her chariot and all the-vanities... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1791 - 724 pągines
...: my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left 'me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever...me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ^ 1 feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours f There... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1793 - 676 pągines
...: my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever...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' favours ! There is, betwixt that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1795 - 376 pągines
...depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Voc. V. E e It Is that poor nffan... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - 422 pągines
...under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude fheam, that mufl for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ! I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on Princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that... | |
 | John Borthwick Gilchrist - 1796 - 360 pągines
...under me, and now has left ice, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that rnuft for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye, I feel my;heart new opened: O, how wretched4 Is that poor man, that hangs on princes favours ! There is, betwixt... | |
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This many summers in a sea of glory, 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. 
