 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 páginas
...you nrnrd'ring ministers, 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... | |
 | British essayists - 1802 - 266 páginas
...stabbing his king, he 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 páginas
...gall, you murd'ring 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!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 páginas
...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 !... | |
 | British essayists - 1803 - 300 páginas
...gall, you murth'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief: come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! Terrible invocation ! Tragedy can speak no stronger language, nor could any genius less than Shakspeare's... | |
 | 1803 - 268 páginas
...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... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 páginas
...substances You wait on 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 380 páginas
...sightless snbstances Yon wait on natnre's mischief: Come, thick ni^ht. And pall thee in the dtnmest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wonnd...throngh the blanket of the dark. To cry|, Hold , hold ! — Great Glarnit ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all.hail hereafter!... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1806 - 354 páginas
...purpose of stabbing his 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 páginas
...gall, you murd'ring 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... | |
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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 ! 
