 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...  Macbeth - Página 13por William Shakespeare - 1869 - 180 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1822 - 370 páginas
...night 1 And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of bell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, ' To cry, Hold ! hold ! In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry, that force which calls new powers into being,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 984 páginas
...peep through the blanket of the To cry, Hold, Hold! Great 'Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. n, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor...!) To most ignoble stooping. 3//ra. O, the heavens f| and I feel now The future in the instant. Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1823 - 408 páginas
...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 ! In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry, that force which calls new powers into being,... | |
 | John S. Skinner, Editor - 1823 - 448 páginas
...dunnest smoke of hell, " Come thou thick night, " That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, " Nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, " To cry, Hold ! hold '" It is not for me, Sir, to insinuate that motives of this kind have animated the Legislature, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 504 páginas
...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 - 1823 - 380 páginas
...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 - 1824 - 370 páginas
...heaven'peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! GreatGlamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy...present, and I feel now The future in the instant. Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Lady M. And when goes hence? Macb. To-morrow, —... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1824 - 486 páginas
...night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke cf hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor Heaven peep 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 letters have transported... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 páginas
...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 ! Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 páginas
...peep through the blanket of theTlarfc, To cry, Hold, hold! GrcatGlamis! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. should marry him, I should marry twenty husbands. If he would despise me, I would f Thisignorantpresent, and I feel now The future in the instant. Much. My dearest love, Duncan comes... | |
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