 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 - Pāgina 34per William Shakespeare - 1770 - 133 pāginesVisualitzaciķ completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare - 1839
...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... | |
 | Thomas Peregrine Courtenay - 1840 - 354 pāgines
...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... | |
 | Truth - 1840 - 176 pāgines
...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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1840
...murderer : Come, thick nifht! And pall theĢ 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 396 pāgines
...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, To cry, ' Hold, hold ! '—Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !... | |
 | 1842 - 514 pāgines
...by others ; among which latter class we again encounter the erudite Doctor. " That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, 'Hold! hold!'" Upon this passage, Dr. Johnson, in the Rambler, No. 168, remarks thus : — •' Lady Macbeth proceeds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 406 pāgines
...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 ! " Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 pāgines
...Youwaitonnature'smischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee 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, " Hold, hold ! " — Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter... | |
 | 1854 - 700 pāgines
...by the poetry, was depressed greatly by its arithmetic. She recommenced — " 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!" Making the point on " Great Glamis,'' at Macbcth's entrance, not... | |
 | 1867 - 796 pāgines
...is folded up ; an image conveying at once absence of light and of life?— " That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold! hold! " &c. The third of these murderous adjurations to the powers of nature for their complicity is uttered... | |
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