 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 страници
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 8 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife...makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Great Glamis ! worth/ Cawdor ! i « Murderous. ^ Pity. 8 Wrap as in a mantle.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 страници
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife...makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter Macbeth. The future in the instant. Mac.... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 страници
...mischief! Dr., Johnson's is the true explanation. P. 496.— 298.— 377. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife...makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! I think the objections in the Rambler to the •words knife and dun are... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 страници
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief's ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife...makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold " / Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor50! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 страници
...hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis!...Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant present, and Ifeel now The future in the instant. Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night.... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 424 страници
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see...makes; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Thy letters have transported me beyond This ignorant... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 страници
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife...makes ; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, « Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Groat Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by... | |
 | Henry Headley - 1810 - 246 страници
...Shakspeare that noble image in Macbeth, where the murderer invokes night: Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see...makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, 'Hold! hold'!" In Bishop Hurd our author has found a formidable accuser, I transcribe... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1813 - 476 страници
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night. And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife...makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold!— Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACRETH. Greater than both, by the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1872 - 480 страници
...still greater boldness. Among these may be named Lady Macheth's — " Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of Hell, That my keen knife see...makes, Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry Hold, hold I" Here " blanket of the dark " runs to so high a pitch, that divers critics,... | |
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The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers. Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see... 
