 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 360 psl.
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief: Come, thick night, And pall 8 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife...cry, Hold, Hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported me beyond This... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 996 psl.
...ii- effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring mi lusters, Salisbury : If thou but frown on me, or stir thy foot, .Or teach thy hasty spleen to do me I — Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBXTH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !... | |
 | Daniel Dewar - 1826 - 528 psl.
...peace between The effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murthering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep thro' the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold !— There are some striking passages illustrative... | |
 | Daniel Dewar - 1826 - 558 psl.
...peace between The effect and it. Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murthering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep thro' the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold !— There are some striking passages illustrative... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 844 psl.
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And palJ thee in the dünnest e Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy letters have transported me beyond This... | |
 | 1829 - 440 psl.
...fight, I should have known it Without a prompter. Macbeth exclaims, — Come thick nii*ht, And pall me in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see...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 - 1831 - 554 psl.
....' make thick my blood, Stop up- the access and passage to remorse ;f That no compunctious visiting* of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between...of hell ! That my keen knife' see not the wound it makei ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, Hold .'—Great Glamis, worthy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 500 psl.
...sightless substances Vou wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall* thee in the dunnret smoke of hell ! That my keen knife' see not the wound...dark, To cry, Hold, Hold .'—Great Glamis, worthy Caw dor! Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter I Thy letters have transported... | |
 | 1832 - 542 psl.
...between The effect, and it ! Come lo my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you niurd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You...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.
...The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'rmg mimsters, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on...peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, JUold! Without going over the long, Iissuer), and offensive detail of the privations, persecutions... | |
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The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you... 
