 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 388 pàgines
...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 ! There is, betwixt that smile we... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 490 pàgines
...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 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 smile we... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 500 pàgines
...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 ! There is, betwixt that smile we... | |
 | Elizabeth Robinson Montagu - 1813 - 354 pàgines
...described, as roj'al power was not belonging to that court ; nor is there set forth the wretchedness " of That poor man that hangs on princes favours ; There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes and his ruin, More pangs and fears than wars... | |
 | Noah Webster - 1814 - 240 pàgines
...stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate you ! I feel my heart now open'd. Oh ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ? There is, betwixt that smile lie would fl^pire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and his ruin, More pangs and fears than war... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 520 pàgines
...must for ever hide me. Vam pomp, and glory of this world, 1 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 smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspecl of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and tears thau wars... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1817 - 392 pàgines
...must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the 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 smile we would aspire to, . * That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 324 pàgines
...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 ; 1 feel my heart new opep'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1818 - 342 pàgines
...must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the 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 betwiit that smile he would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and his ruin, More pangi and fears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 pàgines
...under me ; and now has left mo, 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! There is, betwixt that smile we... | |
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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. 
