 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 see...  The Rambler, by S. Johnson - 152 psl.1822Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1752 - 204 psl.
...pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor Heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! In this paflage is exerted all the force of poetry ; that force which calls new powers into being, which embodies... | |
 | 1762 - 414 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 psl.
...nature's mifchief. Come, thick 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 psl.
...mifchief. — Come, thick 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 - 1773 - 558 psl.
...mifchief ! — Come, thick night, 7 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, bold, bold! Enter cannot be doubted that Shakefpeare wrote differently, perhaps thus, That no compunBious... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1778 - 632 psl.
...to obtain niy vile defire : 7 And pall thec in the dnnneft frnoke of hell ! That my keen knife 8 fee not the wound it makes,' Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark9, 'To cry, Hold, bold! - Great Glamis ! worthy CawdorM Enter " Be then my coverture thick ugly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 1118 psl.
...mil'chief 4 ! Come, thick And pall ь thee in the dunnelt fmoke of hell ! Tliat my keen knife 6 fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hala, Ijold ^ .'—Great С brr. : ' worthyCawdor 1 Enter Mactiítb* Grear;r than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 psl.
...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... | |
 | Samuel Johnson, John Hawkins - 1787 - 416 psl.
...pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! In this paffage is exerted all the force of poetry, that force which calls new powers into being, which embodies... | |
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