 The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see...  The Rambler, by S. Johnson - 152 psl.1822Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Samuel Johnson - 1823 - 438 psl.
...pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold,...In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry, Jhat &ree which calls new ppwers .into being,.. ^yhjch ejjk-- bodies sentiment, and animates matter;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 380 psl.
...order 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.
...it 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... | |
 | British essayists - 1823 - 820 psl.
...a wish natural to a 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 darkv To cry, Hold! hold! In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry, that force which calls... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 504 psl.
...which at present has a familiar undignified meaning, was anciently used to express a sword or dagger. Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! — Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor I i Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1824 - 428 psl.
...[ters, You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall J thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife§ see not the wound it makes ;...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 :... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 psl.
...substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke cf hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, « Hold, hold !" Enter MACBETH. Great Glatnis ! worthy Cawdor ! fjreater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 psl.
...shall be done A deed ot 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...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.
...nature's 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 - 1824 - 344 psl.
...nature's 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 !... | |
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