 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 410 páginas
...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...| Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark !" Act i., ac. 5. But, after all, may not the ultimate allusion be to so humble an image as that of... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 742 páginas
...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 ! Act I. sc. 5. U 4 — blank height of the dark — and not " blanket." " Height " was most commonly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 630 páginas
...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...MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! 1 Well may the messenger want breath, as such a message would add hoarseness to the raven. • murderous,... | |
 | Horace Smith - 1836 - 302 páginas
...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...through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold ! hold !" LANDSCAPE GARDENING— Artificial nature: the finest of the fine arts. He who lays out grounds and... | |
 | Horace Smith - 1836 - 300 páginas
...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...through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold ! hold!" LANDSCAPE GARDENING—Artificial nature : the finest of the fine arts. He who lays out VOL. ii. i;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 568 páginas
...Nor heaven pe«p through the blanket of the dark,2 To cry, Hold, hold ! Cawdor ! reat Glamis ! worthy s on his head.* 18 I. e. spirit*. It should seem that...hakffpeare's contemporaries. 14 Antique was the old Mack. My dearest lore, Duncan comes here to-night. Ijody M. And when goes hence ? Mod). To-morrow,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 páginas
...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...makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,4 To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1837 - 514 páginas
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall' thec in the dünnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife* see not the wound...heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry saven peel ;JlulJ,]l¡ dor! old ! — Great (JlamU, worthy Caw JSiiffr Macbeth. Greater than both,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 páginas
...ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall ! wurthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported... | |
 | Charles Armitage Brown - 1838 - 328 páginas
...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...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold !" The learned lexicographer first finds fault with the word dun, because it is a " low" expression,... | |
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