 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 380 páginas
...order coB.nitteJ by wickedness. JOHNSON. [SI ie wran thyself in a fall. WARBURTOM That my keen knife9 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 ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 448 páginas
...it I Come to my woman's breasts, And pall2 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife2 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, HM! — Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor! Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, hy the all-hail hereafter i... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1823 - 370 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, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! The part which lady Macbeth fills in the drama has a relative as well as positive importance, and serves... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 504 páginas
...which at present has a familiar undignified meaning, was anciently used to express a sword or dagger. Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! — Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor I i Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 páginas
...with his drowsy hums, Hath runs* night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed ot dreadful note. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold ! Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 páginas
...minisWherever in your sightless substances [ters, You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall J thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife§...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold ! MACBETH'S IRRESOLUTION. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly :... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 páginas
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall theein the duunest ghbourly charity inliim; for he borrowed a box of...tlie ear of the Englishman, and swore he would pay h theTlarfc, To cry, Hold, hold! GrcatGlamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 518 páginas
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night. And pall8 thee in the dünnest smoke of hell ! That my keen Icnife^ 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, bj the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 344 páginas
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, xYnd pall* thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knifef 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 !... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 páginas
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'iing ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke cf hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the... | |
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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! 
