...pall, you murd'ring ministers, VV'hercver in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall" thee in the dünnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife 9 see not the wound it makes ¡ Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold...

...gall, you murd'nng ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dünnest smoke...makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Without going over the long, tissued, and offensive detail of ihe privations,...

...he bre«ks out amidst his emotions into a wish natural fat a murderer : Come, thick night! And poJl thee in the dünnest smoke of hell. That my keen knife...makes; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, bold ! In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry; that force which calls...

...strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth * is * Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound...makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark ! U 4 Act I. sc. 5. — blank height of the dark — and not " blanket." " Height" was most commonly...

...untwisting its own strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth" is—blank And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound...makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark !" " Come, thick night, But, after all, may not the ultimate allusion be to so humble an image...

...untwisting its own strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth* is—blank And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, I " Come, thick night, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark!" Act i , tc. 5. But, after...

...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 5 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound...makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACBETH. Greater tlian both, by the all-hail...

...mankind, they would rather cry out, with Macbeth,— ' Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound...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...

...mankind, they would rather cry out, with Macbeth,— ' Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor Heuven peep through the blanket of the dark^ To cry hold! hold!" calling new beauties into existence,...

...walk, for fear The very stones prate of my whereabout and Come thick night And pall thec in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes P. 85. Blest as t/i' immortal Gods is he—I have adopted the translation of Sappho's Ode by Philips,...