 | 1834 - 918 sayfa
...with kisses. " Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunnest arauke 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 Glamls ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter Macbdh. Greater than both, by the all-hail HEREThy letter» have... | |
 | 1853 - 816 sayfa
...Duncan, says, " Come, thick night, And pall thee in thedunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the night, To cry, Hold 1 hold!" The darkness prayed for is the thickest that can be procured, and therefore... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1817 - 360 sayfa
...to nature, violation of nature's order comjnilteil by Kir-kednei-i. JOHNSON That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes -, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the <brk, To cry, Huid, hold." - Great Glarnis ! worthy Cawdor !' Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by... | |
 | Andrews Norton - 1818 - 1164 sayfa
...possible, to ascertain with precision. Even in our own language this is the case. Shakspeare says, — " Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry, Hold ! Hold ! " Here, Johnson understands him as presenting the ludicrous conception of " the ministers of vengeance,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 560 sayfa
...nature's mischief! 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 Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 528 sayfa
...certainly prior to Macbeth : And pall thee 2 in the durinest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife 3 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark 4, " O sable night, sit on the eye of heaven, ' That it discern not this black deed of darkness ! '... | |
 | 1822 - 370 sayfa
...murderer : -Come, thick night 1 And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of bell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep 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,... | |
 | William Bengo' Collyer - 1822 - 514 sayfa
...lest the very stones prate of his whereabout," and invokes the darkness, " that his keejv knife see not the wound it makes, nor heaven peep through the blanket* of the night." • V r* i ' • * Would it had been a curtain ! — It is to be lamented that UK learned commentators... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1823 - 408 sayfa
...murderer : — 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 ! In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry, that force which calls new powers into being,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 380 sayfa
...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... | |
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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 ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. 
