 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 568 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 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,4 To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor... | |
 | Truth - 1840 - 176 páginas
...in its nature; and, accordingly, we find Shakspeare thus expressing his sublime conceptions :— ' Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry, hold, hold.' MACBETH. Sir Walter Scott, also,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1840 - 624 páginas
...his emotions into a wish natural for a murderer : Come, thick nifht! And pall the« in the dünnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To CO', Hold, hold ! In this passage is exerted... | |
 | Thomas Peregrine Courtenay - 1840 - 354 páginas
...breasts, And take my milk for gall. You murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come thick night, And pall thee in the deepest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 396 páginas
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall 3 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 406 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 through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 450 páginas
...breasts, And take my milk for gall , you murdering ministers , Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come , thick night...the dunnest smoke of hell , That my keen knife see noth the wound it makes , Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark , To cry, "Hold, hold!" —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 páginas
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee9 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 !"— Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 páginas
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee9 in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Xor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold !"— Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 páginas
...your sightless substances Youwaitonnature'smischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dünnest 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... | |
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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 ! 
