 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.  Hamlet, Prince of Denmark A Tragedy - 34 psl.autoriai: William Shakespeare - 1770 - 207 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Peter Holland - 2007 - 370 psl.
...thoughts and deed: 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 1.5.49-53) The critic's reprobation of Shakespeare's incongruous choice of words does not... | |
 | Masolino D'Amico - 2007 - 255 psl.
...già si profila. Come, thick night, And pali 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, Tocry «hold, hold!». (I, v, 49-53). Scendi, o fitta notte, e avviluppati nel più tetro fumo, d'inferno,... | |
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