 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 - 34 psl.autoriai: William Shakespeare - 1770 - 133 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Joan Fitzpatrick - 2007 - 188 psl.
...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!' (1.5.39-53) Thick blood, though unhealthy, will enable Lady Macbeth to contain the fear and pity that... | |
 | Peter Holland - 2007 - 394 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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