 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 страници
...fightlefs Subfbnces, You wait on Nature's Mifchief. Come, thick Night, And pall thee in the dunneft Smoak of Hell, That my keen Knife fee not the wound it makes,...through the Blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold. Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, r by the all hail hereafter, Thy Letters hive" tranfported me beyond... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 страници
...fightlefs Subftances. You wait on Nature's Mifchief. Come, thick Night, And pall thee in the dunneft Smoak of Hell, That my keen Knife fee not the wound it makes, Nor Heav'np;ep rhiough the Blanket of the dark, To cry, hoid, hold, Enter Macbeth. Oreat Glamisl worthy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 492 страници
...fubftances You wait on nature's mifchief. — Come, thick night ! And pall theein thedunneft fmoakof hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold !— — Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy Cazvdor ! [Embracing him. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 548 страници
...fightlefs fubftances You wait on nature's mifchief. Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes....peep through the blanket of the dark To cry, Hold! bold! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! [Embracing bint, Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1750 - 336 страници
...fightlefs fubftances Yon wait on nature's mifehief. Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes,...heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark• To cry, HoU, bold! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy Co-aider ! [Emkracfag b;m, Greater than both, by the... | |
 | 1752 - 204 страници
...motions, into a wifh natural to a murderer. -Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! In this paflage is exerted all the force of poetry ; that force which calls new powers into being,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 510 страници
...fightlefs fubftances You wait on nature's mifchief. Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Ner heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold ! , Eater Macbeth. Gteta-GIami;!... | |
 | Nathan Bailey - 1760 - 730 страници
...Tbeftut wept. Dryden. To PALL, to cloak, tolnveft. Come thick night And pa!l thce in thedimmeit fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes. Shaktffrar. To PALL, to growrapid, to become ¡nfipid. Beauty loon gruws familiar to the lover, FaJ:sm... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 478 страници
...fightlcfs fubftances You wait on nature's mifchief. Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold ! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy Caxvdor ! [Embraring bint. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 652 страници
...nature, violation of nature's order committed by wickednefs, And * And pall thee in the dulleft fmoak»of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, 9 To cry bold, hold! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! [Embracing him t Greater than both,... | |
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Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell. That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry. Hold, hold! 
