 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - Страниц: 592
...nature's mifchief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the...both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have tranfported me beyond This ignorant prefent, and I feel now The future in the inftant. MACB. My deareft... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - Страниц: 558
...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...hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter Macbeth. The future in the instant. Mac. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - Страниц: 412
...Wherever in your 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...blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold! Great Glamis ! worth/ Cawdor ! i « Murderous. ^ Pity. 8 Wrap as in a mantle. Enter MACBETH. Greater than both,... | |
 | John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - Страниц: 392
...mischief! Dr., 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...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! I think the objections in the Rambler to the •words knife and dun are ill founded. P. 504.— 301.—... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - Страниц: 442
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall theeH in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through...dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor I1 to the messenger and the raven) had deprived the one of speech, and added harshness to the other's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - Страниц: 454
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee8 in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through...dark, To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor Ii to the messenger and the raven) had deprived the one of speech, and added harshness to the other's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - Страниц: 432
...Wherever in your 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...dark, To cry, Hold, hold " / Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor50! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - Страниц: 454
...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...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - Страниц: 432
...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...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, « Hold, hold ! " Enter MACBETH. Groat Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | Henry Headley - 1810 - Страниц: 246
...Shakspeare that noble image in Macbeth, where the murderer invokes night: Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, 'Hold! hold'!" In Bishop Hurd our author has found a formidable accuser, I transcribe the following very sensible... | |
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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... 
