 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
 | Elizabeth Durot-Boucé - 2004 - 292 psl.
...suivante : « Corne, thick night, / And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, / That my knife see not the wound it makes, / Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark / To cry « Hold, hold! » (Mac. 1. 5; 46-50). C'est également sous le couvert des ténèbres nocturnes que se préparent... | |
 | Martin Orkin - 2005 - 236 psl.
...Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry 'Hold, hold!' (Iv41-52)5 into Kamadonsela's I call again On all the spirits of my ancestors, Let my heart be like... | |
 | Robert Cohen - 2005 - 312 psl.
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 | Irving Ribner - 2005 - 232 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!' Woman is the normal symbol of life and nourishment : the dramatist by this reversal can emphasize the... | |
 | John Russell Brown - 2005 - 280 psl.
...sleep-walking scene (Vi). 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' (Iv47-51) is really a most fantastic emotion, because she is imagining another world at that moment;... | |
 | Lisa Hopkins - 2005 - 180 psl.
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 | Kenneth Muir - 2005 - 224 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^.37-50) Shakespeare's personal views on demoniacal possession are not certainly known. His reading... | |
 | Harriett Hawkins - 2005 - 308 psl.
...good spirits: 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'! (1.5.50-54) Shakespeare developed such habits of lexico-magical self-protection in other mature plays.... | |
 | Phyllis Rackin - 2005 - 168 psl.
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