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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 heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " Hold, hold !  "
The Shakespeare Phrase Book - 420. oldal
szerző: John Bartlett - 1881 - 1034 oldal
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The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added ..., 4. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1818
...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...

The Works of Samuel Johnson: The Rambler

Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1820
...THE RAMBLER. No. 168. 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 makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold 1 In this passage is exerted...

The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens ...

William Shakespeare - 1823
...ministers, 1 Wherever in your sightless substances I You wait on nature s mischief ! Come, thick night, And ditary ours.t Her. By this we gather, You have tripp'd since. Pol. O my most sacred lady, [dark, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the To cry, Hold, Hold! Great 'Glamis ! worthy Cawdor...

The British Essayists: Rambler

James Ferguson - 1823
...king, 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 makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold ! hold ! In this passage is exerted...

A dictionary of quotations from the British poets, by the author of The ...

British poets - 1824
...Hath runs* night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed ot dreadful note. 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 ! Thou sure and firm-set earth,...

The Beauties of Shakespeare: Selected from Each Play : with a General Index ...

William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 385 oldal
...minisWherever in your sightless substances [ters, You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall J 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 ! MACBETH'S IRRESOLUTION. If...

The works of Samuel Johnson [ed. by F.P. Walesby].

Samuel Johnson - 1825
...king, he breaks out amidst his emotions into a wish natural t» a murderer : , 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! In this passage is exerted all...

The Works of Shakspeare: From the Text of Johnson, Steevens, and Reed

William Shakespeare - 1825 - 896 oldal
...ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances Yoa wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And l X X%pБ ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Bold, hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor...

The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL.D.: With Murphy's Essay, 2. kötet

Samuel Johnson - 1825
...king, 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 makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry. Hold, hold! In this passage is exerted all...

The Family Shakspeare ... in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text ...

William Shakespeare - 1825
...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 ! worthy Cawdor!...




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