 | Frank Harris - 2004 - Liczba stron: 332
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 | Colin Butler - 2005 - Liczba stron: 217
...birds): Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which...rooky wood; Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse. (3-2) The replacement of pity by bloodshed,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - Liczba stron: 260
...murder: Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which...rooky wood. Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse. Thou marvell'st at my words. But hold... | |
 | Christoph Clausen - 2005 - Liczba stron: 290
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 | Hylda Rhodes - 2005 - Liczba stron: 128
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 | Wolfgang Clemen - 2004 - Liczba stron: 256
...his evil intentions. Shortly after the apostrophe to the 'seeling night' quoted above come the lines: Light thickens, and the crow Makes wing to th' rooky wood; Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse. (in, ii, 50) This is a particularly effective... | |
 | John Russell Brown - 2005 - Liczba stron: 280
...a movement into gathering thickness or darkness is of course often explicitly described by Macbeth: Light thickens and the crow Makes wing to th' rooky wood; Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse. (III.ii.50-3) I need not multiply instances.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - Liczba stron: 900
...hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me paled! Light thickens, and the crow 50 Makes wing to th' rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse. Thou marvell'st at my words: but hold... | |
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Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale! 
