 | G. Wilson Knight - 2002 - 256 σελίδες
...dual content of 'facial expression* and 'approval'. Again, consider Wolsey's soliloquy at his fall: Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye! I feel...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... | |
 | Lynn C. Miller, Jacqueline Taylor, M. Heather Carver - 2003 - 348 σελίδες
...swim on bladders, 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...service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me." Cardinal Wolsey, Henry VT.II. Charlotte Cushman, New Orleans. But I never gave up.... | |
 | Steven G. Kellman - 2005 - 412 σελίδες
...VIII (III, ii, 363-64) — a self-pitying soliloquy in which Cardinal Wolsey describes himself as left "Weary and old with service, to the mercy / Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me" — announces the theme: senescence. This would be just the first installment of Mercy of a Rude Stream.... | |
 | Syd Pritchard - 2005 - 149 σελίδες
...swim on bladders 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 to the mercy, Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me The surprising under achiever Th' expectancy... | |
 | Thomas MacFaul - 2007 - 9 σελίδες
...swim on bladders, 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...mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. (lines 358—64) That these lines may be by Fletcher rather than Shakespeare only goes to show that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2011 - 355 σελίδες
...on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride 430 At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary...with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate you. I feel my heart new opened. O, how... | |
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Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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... 
