 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 ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH.  Othello, the Moor of Venice: A Tragedy - Pągina 34per William Shakespeare - 1770 - 133 pąginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Samuel Johnson, Arthur Murphy - 1834
...a murderer : Come, thick night ! And poll theo in the dunncat smoke of hell, That my keen knife Ke f an emulator or competitor produces. Whoevtr had qualities to alarm our jealousy, had excel ! In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry; that force which calls new powers into being,... | |
 | 1834 - 894 pągines
...with kisses. " Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the ciumiest smoke of hell! That my keen knife soe 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 letters... | |
 | George Field - 1835 - 310 pągines
...blue. MILTON. 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! SHAKSPEARE, MACBETH. Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer. IDEM, RICHARD in. How now you secret,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 394 pągines
...Macbeth * is * 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 ! Act I. sc. 5. U 4 — blank height of the dark — and not "blanket." " Height" was most commonly... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 400 pągines
...is — blank " 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 !" Act i., ac. 5. But, after all, may not the ultimate allusion be to so humble an image as that of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 628 pągines
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall5 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 Cawdor \ Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! 1 Well... | |
 | Horace Smith - 1836 - 302 pągines
...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... | |
 | Horace Smith - 1836 - 300 pągines
...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;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1837 - 516 pągines
...mischief! Come, thick night, And pall' thec 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 cry saven peel ;JlulJ,]l” dor! old ! — Great (JlamU, worthy Caw JSiiffr Macbeth. Greater than both,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 pągines
...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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