 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 oldal
...iVherever in your sightless substances 370 You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night*, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife 'see not the wound it makes ; Tor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark*, To cry, Hold, hold I— — Great Glamis ! worthy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 480 oldal
...You. wait on n;iiure's mischief! Come, thick night j And pall tliee in the dunnest smoke of liell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, loci)', Hold, hold! GreatGlamis! worthy Cawdor I Enter MACBETH.... | |
 | British essayists - 1802 - 266 oldal
...breaks out; amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a mur« derer: —-i—Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes j Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry, Hold, hold ! In this passage is exerted... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 oldal
...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 not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter Macbeth.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 oldal
...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 " see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Great Glamis ! worth/ Cawdor ! i « Murderous.... | |
 | 1803 - 268 oldal
...breaks out amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a murderer : -Come, thick night ! And pall theejii 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 ! In this passage is exerted all the... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 oldal
...nature's 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 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! I think the objections in the Rambler to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 oldal
...ministers, 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 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold " / Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor50! Enter... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1806 - 354 oldal
...kin;, he breaks out amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a murderer : Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it malces ; . . Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark. To cry, Hold, hold! In this passage is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 346 oldal
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the deepest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; ^j,^ Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hald, hold! Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor!... | |
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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... 
