 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!  Outlines of English Literature - Pàgina 116per Thomas Budd Shaw - 1849 - 435 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1762 - 414 pàgines
...he thus exprefles himfelf: • " Come thick night " And veil thee, in die dunneft fpoke of hell, " Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, " To cry, hold, hold. That 2 That the words dunneft, and blanket, which are fo common in vulgar mouths, deftroy, in fome... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 404 pàgines
...fmoak of hell ! That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; < And that which rather 2: and hit, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, bald ! — Great Glamis ! worthy Ca-ivdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 pàgines
...night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! . r [Embracing him, Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 364 pàgines
...night! And pall thee iu the dunneft fmoke of hell, That iny keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold ! Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! [Embracing him. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 pàgines
...night*, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife 'see not the wound it makes ; Tor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark*, To cry, Hold, hold I— — Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor* ! Enter MACBETH. reeec than both, by the all -hail hereafter... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1790 - 694 pàgines
...- Hamlet! — And ftood within the blank of his difpleafure for my free fpeech ! Othello, Blanket. Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark to cry, hold, hold !— Math — I'll tofs the rogue in a blanket . i Henry rv — my loins . . Lar tibfpbau. And does... | |
 | Samuel Ayscough - 1791 - 688 pàgines
...coimlel, my lord ihould to the heavens be contraty, oppofe againft their wills - - ItU. i 358 I 17 — Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, to cry, hold, hold Mucktti S Ч О Т II* — Thou feed, the heavens, as troubled with man's ail, threaten his bloody... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1791 - 702 pàgines
...together Winter' i Tali — What couHc 1 mean to hold (hall nothing benefit your knowledge IUJ. — Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, to cry, hold, huld Muttrtt. — When we hold rumour from what we fear, yet know not what we fear Itid. — out my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1796 - 422 pàgines
...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 blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold! Hold! ' Macbeth, AI&.I lUDGMENT. I fee men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes ; and things outward... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 592 pàgines
...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 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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