 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!  Putnam's Monthly - Seite 3861853Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | George Field - 1835 - 310 Seiten
...blue. MILTON. 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! SHAKSPEARE, MACBETH. Richard yet lives, hell's black intelligencer. IDEM, RICHARD in. How now you secret,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 394 Seiten
...Macbeth * is * 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 ! Act I. sc. 5. U 4 — blank height of the dark — and not "blanket." " Height" was most commonly... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 410 Seiten
...is — blank " 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 !" Act i., ac. 5. But, after all, may not the ultimate allusion be to so humble an image as that of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 Seiten
...nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall5 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. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! 1 Well... | |
 | Horace Smith - 1836 - 300 Seiten
...Macbeth,— -" 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!" LANDSCAPE GARDENING—Artificial nature : the finest of the fine arts. He who lays out VOL. ii. i;... | |
 | Horace Smith - 1836 - 302 Seiten
...Macbeth, — -" 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 !" LANDSCAPE GARDENING— Artificial nature: the finest of the fine arts. He who lays out grounds and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 570 Seiten
...mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall3 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,4 To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the... | |
 | 1836 - 424 Seiten
...possible, to ascertain with precision. Even in our own language this is the case. Shakspeare says, — " Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry, Hold ! Hold ! " Here, Johnson understands him as presentingthe ludicrousconception of " the ministers of vengeance,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1837 - 516 Seiten
...mischief! Come, thick night, And pall' thec in the dünnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife* see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry saven peel ;JlulJ,]l¡ dor! old ! — Great (JlamU, worthy Caw JSiiffr Macbeth. Greater than both,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 1130 Seiten
...nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see T ! Great Glamis ! wurthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy... | |
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