 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 492 страници
...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 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 fmile we... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 434 страници
...under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude dream, that muft 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 fmile we... | |
 | William Oldys - 1740 - 326 страници
...broke under me ; and now left me, Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude flream, that muft 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 jjnile we... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 434 страници
...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 this world, I hate ye ; I feel my neart new open'd. Oh, how wretched It that pooor man, that hangs on Princes' favours ! There is, betwixt... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 606 страници
...under me ; and now has left me, Weary, arjd old with Service, to the Mercy Of a rude Stream, that rnuft 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 522 страници
...under me, and now has left me, Wear)' and old with fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft 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 fmile we... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 500 страници
...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 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 fmile we... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 420 страници
...under me; and DOW has left me> Weary, and old with fervice, to the mercy. Of a rude ftream, that mud 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 fmile we... | |
 | Mrs. Montagu (Elizabeth) - 1769 - 300 страници
...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 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 fmile... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 480 страници
...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 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 fmile 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. 
