 | 1829 - 440 pages
...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 not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry hold ! hold ! Shakspeare's blank verse is far... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - Aeronautics - 1829 - 856 pages
...¿nj/e-hook , and in the other hand A paire of weights. Id. Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dünnest ver the inhabitants perceive that the roots Shaktpcare With him went many a fiend, and ugly tpright, Armed with ropes and hiicei, all instruments... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 554 pages
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night,...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... | |
 | Scotland - 1831 - 1040 pages
...delicate." And how does Lady Macbeth receive her king? — she who some short hour before had said, " Come! thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes !" Why, she receives her king as a lady should, with bland aspect and a gentle voice, but over -courteously,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 500 pages
...keep peace between The cfftrt, anil it And take my mil , Wherever in your 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 it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the... | |
 | Southern States - 1832 - 542 pages
...breasts, And take my milk for gall, you niurd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night....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,... | |
 | Southern States - 1832 - 534 pages
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall ihee in the duunest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dnrk, To cry, Hold, Hold.' Without going over the long,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Critics - 1835 - 410 pages
...ever twisting and untwisting its own strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth* is — blank " Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, | Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark !" Act i., ac. 5. But, after all, may not the ultimate... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Critics - 1835 - 394 pages
...seems for ever twisting and untwisting its own strength. Perhaps the true reading in Macbeth * is * Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark ! Act I. sc. 5. U 4 — blank height of the dark —... | |
 | George Field - Color - 1835 - 310 pages
...vain with cymbal's ring They call the grisly king, In dismal dance about the furnace blue. MILTON. Come, thick Night, , And pall thee in the dunnest...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, MACBETH. Richard yet... | |
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You wait on 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 ! 
