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...with kisses. " Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the ciumiest smoke of hell! That my keen knife soe not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold! hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail HEREAFTER! Thy letters...

...blue. MILTON. 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! SHAKSPEARE, MACBETH. Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer. IDEM, RICHARD in. How now you secret,...

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...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 allusion be to so humble an image as that of...

...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 \ Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! 1 Well...

...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 nature: the finest of the fine arts. He who lays out grounds and...

...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 nature : the finest of the fine arts. He who lays out VOL. ii. i;...

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