 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
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1823 - 408 psl.
...murderer : 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 ! In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry, that force which calls new powers into being,... | |
 | John S. Skinner, Editor - 1823 - 448 psl.
...subjects ; " And fall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, " Come thou thick night, " That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, " Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, " To cry, Hold ! hold '" It is not for me, Sir, to insinuate that motives of this kind have animated the Legislature, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 380 psl.
...coB.nitteJ by wickedness. JOHNSON. [SI ie wran thyself in a fall. WARBURTOM That my keen knife9 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 - 1823 - 448 psl.
...I Come to my woman's breasts, And pall2 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife2 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, HM! Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor! Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, hy the all-hail hereafter i... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 psl.
...mischief! Come, thick night, And pall J 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'S IRRESOLUTION. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly :... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 344 psl.
...mischief! Come, thick night, xYnd pall* thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knifef 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 !... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 psl.
...dreadful note. 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 ! Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 518 psl.
...mischief! Come, thick night. And pall8 thee in the dünnest smoke of hell ! That my keen Icnife^ 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, bj the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 1010 psl.
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see 825 Bold, hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-bail hereafter... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 996 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 I Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBXTH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !... | |
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