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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
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The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, 1. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1851
...ministers, Wherever in your sightless substanees You wait on nature's misehief! Come, thiek 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!"3 Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor!...

The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from ...

William Shakespeare - 1851 - 345 oldal
...ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on Nature's mischief! Come, thick night: And pallj 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' ' MACEETH'S IRRESOLUTION. If it...

Dramatic Works: From the Text of Johnson, Stevens and Reed; with ..., 2. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1852
...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...

Studies from the English poets

George Frederick Graham - 1852 - 519 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...

The Works of William Shakspeare, 2. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1852
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall 1 1 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...

Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations: Exhibiting the Most Forcible ...

William Shakespeare - 1853 - 418 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! ' M. i. 5. RESOLUTION (See also...

ON THE CONSTITURION OF THE CHURCH AND STATE

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE - 1853
...strength Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth^ is — blank height of the * " 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. 6. But, after all, may not the ultimate...

Notes and Emendations to the Text of Shakespeare's Plays: From Early ...

John Payne Collier - 1853 - 512 oldal
...her husband : it is in a word which has occasioned much speculation : — " 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 ! ' " Steevens, with reference...

The Text of Shakespeare Vindicated from the Interpolations and ..., 70. kötet

Samuel Weller Singer - 1853 - 312 oldal
...of her husband : it is in a word which has occasioned much speculation : — 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 ! " " Steevens, with reference...

Notes and Emendations to the Text of Shakespeare's Plays, from Early ...

1853 - 528 oldal
...her husband : it is" in a word which has occasioned much speculation : — " 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 ! ' " Steevens, with reference...




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