 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!  Poems, Longer and Shorter - Strona 353autor: Thomas Burbidge - 1838 - Liczba stron: 356Pełny widok - Informacje o książce
 | James Robert Boyd - 1846 - Liczba stron: 468
...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 !" There are some striking passages illustrative of ambition, and of the guilt and misery to which... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1847 - Liczba stron: 506
...which at present has a familiar undignified meaning, was anciently used to express a sword or daggir. 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 !... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - Liczba stron: 872
...night, And pall thee in the dünnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes. h morning's dew. Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs : Bu !"— Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - Liczba stron: 78
...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, L. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Greater than both, by the ali-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - Liczba stron: 456
...night, And pall thee3 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 Cavrdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - Liczba stron: 498
...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 Caw dor! Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw - 1849 - Liczba stron: 478
...and artificial system of so-called propriety can find fault with Lady Macbeth's terrific image — " Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold !" or that admirable picture of tranquillity and silence, presenting itself, it should be remembered,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1849 - Liczba stron: 952
...night, And pall' thee in the dünnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife see nol the wound it makes; Chus, his countrymen, That he would rather have Antonio's flesh. Tha Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater lhan both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - Liczba stron: 524
...night, And pall thee in the duu nest 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 ! 113. The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss : to give it then a tongue,... | |
 | Jane Maria Davis - 1850 - Liczba stron: 228
...iti^ht, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke oihell! That my keen knife see not tltc wound it makrs; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry,' Hold, hold!' "— The gradual progression of images in this fearful invocation, carries the mind to a climax of... | |
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