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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... "
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The Works of Samuel Johnson.LL.D..: The rambler

Samuel Johnson - 1792 - 444 trang
...murderer. . , Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! In this paffage is exerted all the force of poetry, that force which calls new powers into being,...

Select British Classics, Tập 8

1803 - 268 trang
...his emotions into a wish natural to a murderer : -Come, thick night ! And pall theejii the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound...through the blanket of the dark. To cry, Hold, hold ! In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry, that force which calls new powers into being,...

The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of ..., Tập 4

William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 trang
...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 ! worth/ Cawdor ! i «...

The Plays of William Shakespeare, Tập 3

William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 trang
...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 not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter...

Notes Upon Some of the Obscure Passages in Shakespeare's Plays: With Remarks ...

John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 trang
...Johnson's is the true explanation. P. 496.— 298.— 377. 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 ! I think the objections in the Rambler...

The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Tập 6

William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 trang
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief's ! 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 " / Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor50!...

The new encyclopædia; or, Universal dictionary ofarts and sciences, Tập 7

Encyclopaedia Perthensis - 1807 - 782 trang
...;. . .; . '. : Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnell fmqke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark. • . • To cry hold, hold ! Shakefp. Macbeth. Cloud and ever during dark Surroundq me ! from the chcarful ways of men Cutoff.....

The British Essayists, Tập 22

Alexander Chalmers - 1808 - 320 trang
...emotions into a wish natural to a murderer: -Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunned srr.oke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes;...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry, tliat force which calls new powers into being,...

The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ...

Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 454 trang
...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 not the wound it makes; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis!...

King Lear: A Tragedy in Five Acts, Tập 4

William Shakespeare - 1808 - 432 trang
...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 not the wound it makes ; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, « Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Groat Glamis...




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