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...Macbeth, — -" 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 !" LANDSCAPE GARDENING— Artificial nature: the finest of the fine arts. He who lays out grounds and...

...Macbeth,— -" 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!" LANDSCAPE GARDENING—Artificial nature : the finest of the fine arts. He who lays out VOL. ii. i;...

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...nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see T ! Great Glamis ! wurthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy...

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...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 3 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, 4 To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail...

...nature's mischief ! Come thick night, And pall thee in the deepest 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 !" And her injunction to her husband, to conceal his purpose under a mask of kindness, is beautifully...

...conceptions :— ' 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.' MACBETH. Sir Walter Scott, also, the modern master of the strongest and most understood facts and feelings...

...murderer : Come, thick nifht! And pall the« 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 CO', Hold, hold ! In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry ; that force which calls new powers...