 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 360 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 ! worthy Cawdor!... | |
 | Daniel Dewar - 1826 - 528 páginas
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murthering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief. Come, thick night !...hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep thro' the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold !— There are some striking passages... | |
 | Daniel Dewar - 1826 - 558 páginas
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murthering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief. Come, thick night !...hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep thro' the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold !— There are some striking passages... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 460 páginas
...ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall8 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 dark9, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 460 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 9 , To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 844 páginas
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And palJ thee in the dünnest e ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1828 - 522 páginas
...breasts, And take my milk for 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... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1828 - 520 páginas
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murth'ring miniiten. 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 spenk stronger language, nor could any genius Shakspeare's support... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 390 páginas
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And palfthee in the dunneat smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep tbrough the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 826 páginas
...the small difference* of lightsome and darkiome, which shew the figure. Id. Come, thick night, Aad pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven prep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold ' hold ! Shatupeare. Sfacbeth. Pleance,... | |
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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 ! 
