| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 386 oldal
...and 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 see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark ! Act I. sc. 5. U 4 — blank height of the dark —... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 410 oldal
...untwisting its own strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth* is — blank " 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 !" Act i., ac. 5. But, after all, may not the ultimate... | |
| Horace Smith - 1836 - 302 oldal
...liberties 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 Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold ! hold !" LANDSCAPE GARDENING— Artificial... | |
| Horace Smith - 1836 - 426 oldal
...liberties 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 !" LANDSCAPE GARDENING— Artificial... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 oldal
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall3 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,4 To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 oldal
...ministers, Wherever in your signless substances You wait on nature's mii*chief! Come, thick night, And pall1 ence, madam. L. Maal. He had none ; His flight was madness : When our actions do : Nor heaven pe«p through the blanket of the dark,2 To cry, Hold, hold ! Cawdor ! reat Glamis ! worthy... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 oldal
...ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall5 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... | |
| Charles Armitage Brown - 1838 - 326 oldal
...heroines, not men and women. The lines objected to, as " poetry debased," are — " Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven pfiep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold !" The learned lexicographer... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 oldal
...ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And a ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! wurthy Cawdor... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1839 - 572 oldal
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 3 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, 4 To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor!... | |
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