 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
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 460 psl.
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall 8 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 9 , To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! 7 Lady Macbeth's purpose was to be effected by... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 844 psl.
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And palJ thee in the dünnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see are Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters... | |
 | 1829 - 434 psl.
...Macbeth exclaims, — Come thick night, And pall me in the dunnest smoke of nell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold! hold! Shakspeare's blank verse is far superior to that of any other poet, — superior even to Milton's.... | |
 | 1829 - 440 psl.
...Macbeth exclaims, — Come thick nii*ht, And pall me 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 ! Shakspeare's blank verse is far superior to that of any other poet, — superior even to Milton's.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 psl.
...mischief! Come, Ihick night, And pall" thee in the dünnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife9 see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, llold .'—Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor ! \ , £n(«r Macbeth. , Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 512 psl.
...Shahtpeare. I can see his pride Peep through each part of him. Id. Come, thick night ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold ! /./. Macbeth. The timorous maiden-blossoms on each bough Peepi forth from their first blushes ; so... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 500 psl.
...mischief! Come, thick night, And pall* thee in the dunnret 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 Caw dor! Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter I Thy... | |
 | 1832 - 542 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! Without going over the long, tissued, and offensive detail of the privation*, persecutions ami ignominies... | |
 | 1832 - 540 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, JUold! Without going over the long, Iissuer), and offensive detail of the privations, persecutions... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1833 - 1140 psl.
...mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee 49) in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife 50) see U α "C 1833 E. Fleischer"- Shakespeare William" William Shakespeare( — Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! Sl) Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy... | |
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