...peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'nng ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dünnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep...

...his emotions into a wish natural fat a murderer : Come, thick night! And poJl thee in the dünnest smoke of hell. That my keen knife see not the wound...makes; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, bold ! In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry; that force which calls new...

...coronation term—or finaletunka of our poor remains: Come, thick night, (saith SHAKESPEARE) And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell— That my keen knife see not the hole it make." The three Snga-shaped pyramids, or wedges, of gold, offered by the King, I shall say...

...coronation term—orfinaletunica of our poor remains: Come, thick night, (saith SHAKESPEARE) And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell— That my keen knife see not the hole it make." The three /iraga-shaped pyramids, or wedges, of gold, offered by the King, I shall say...

...twisting and untwisting its own strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth" is—blank And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife...makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark !" " Come, thick night, But, after all, may not the ultimate allusion be to so humble an image as that...

...untwisting its own strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth * is * 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 ! U 4 Act I. sc. 5. — blank height of the dark — and not " blanket." " Height" was most commonly...

...twisting and untwisting its own strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth* is—blank And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, I " Come, thick night, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark!" Act i , tc. 5. But, after...

...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 5 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. Greater tlian both, by the all-hail...

...and happiness of mankind, they would rather cry out, with Macbeth,— ' 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!" LANDSCAPE GARDENING—Artificial nature : the finest of the fine arts. He who lays...

...and happiness of mankind, they would rather cry out, with Macbeth,— ' Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor Heuven peep through the blanket of the dark^ To cry hold! hold!" calling new beauties into existence,...