 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 396 páginas
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall 3 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ; That my keen knife...present, and I feel now The future in the instant. Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. L. Macb. And when goes hence ? Macb. To morrow,... | |
 | 1842 - 514 páginas
...unintelligible by some, and absurd by others ; among which latter class we again encounter the erudite Doctor. " That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, 'Hold! hold!'" Upon this passage, Dr. Johnson, in the Rambler, No. 168, remarks thus : — •' Lady Macbeth proceeds... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 406 páginas
...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...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, —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 páginas
...your sightless substances Youwaitonnature'smischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dünnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife see not the wound...present, and I feel now The future in the instant. Macb. My dearest love, Duncan comes here to-night. Ladg M. And when goes hence ? Macb. To-morrow, —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 páginas
...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee9 in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold !"— Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter !... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 páginas
...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, " Hold, hold !"— Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! 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, as... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 450 páginas
...through the blanket of the dark , To cry, "Hold, hold!" — Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! 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, as... | |
 | 1854 - 694 páginas
...Alexander, who had been raised by the poetry, was depressed greatly by its arithmetic. She recommenced — " That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor...cry hold! hold! — Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor!" Making the point on " Great Glamis,'' at Macbcth's entrance, not on " hold," which is done now-a-days,... | |
 | 1869 - 862 páginas
...émotions into a wish natural to a murderer — »• ' Come thick night, And pall thee in the dünnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound...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,... | |
 | 1867 - 796 páginas
...blackness in which death is folded up ; an image conveying at once absence of light and of life?— " That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold! hold! " &c. The third of these murderous adjurations to the powers of nature for their complicity is uttered... | |
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The effect, and it. Come to .my woman's 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, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife... 
