 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 pages
...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 ! Enter MACBETH.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1837 - 516 pages
...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 it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry saven peel ;JlulJ,]l¡ dor! old ! — Great (JlamU, worthy... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1837 - 630 pages
...breaks out amidst his emotions into a wish natural tor a murderer : Come, thick night! And pall thce in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound ft makes; Nor Heaven prep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold : In this passage is... | |
 | Charles Armitage Brown - 1838 - 326 pages
...heroines, 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 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven pfiep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold !" The learned lexicographer first finds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 pages
...ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And a peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! wurthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 568 pages
...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 ! Enter MACBETH.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 572 pages
...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, 4 To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACBETH.... | |
 | Truth - 1840 - 176 pages
...accordingly, we find Shakspeare thus expressing his sublime conceptions :— ' 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.' MACBETH. Sir Walter Scott, also, the modern... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1840 - 624 pages
...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 all the force... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 396 pages
...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 ! Enter... | |
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The effect and it! Come to my woman's 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 dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see... 
