 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 стор.
...Nature's Mifchief. Come, thick Night, And pall thee in the dunneft Smoak of Hell, That my keen Knife fee not the wound it makes, Nor Heav'n peep through the Blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold. Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, r by the all hail hereafter, Thy Letters hive" tranfported me beyond... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 492 стор.
...nature's mifchief. — Come, thick night ! And pall theein thedunneft fmoakof hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold !— — Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy Cazvdor ! [Embracing him. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 548 стор.
...nature's mifchief. Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes. Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark To cry, Hold! bold! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor! [Embracing bint, Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1750 - 336 стор.
...nature's mifehief. Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes, Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark• To cry, HoU, bold! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy Co-aider ! [Emkracfag b;m, Greater than both, by the... | |
 | 1752 - 204 стор.
...a murderer. -Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor Heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! In this paflage is exerted all the force of poetry ; that force which calls new powers into being,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1752 - 510 стор.
...night! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Ner heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold ! , Eater Macbeth. Gteta-GIami;! worthy Cawdor! [Embracing tim. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 478 стор.
...nature's mifchief. Come, thick night ! And pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold ! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis ! worthy Caxvdor ! [Embraring bint. Greater than both, by the all-hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 652 стор.
...committed by wickednefs, And * And pall thee in the dulleft fmoak»of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, 9 To cry bold, hold! Enter Macbeth. Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor ! [Embracing him t Greater than both,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 510 стор.
...mifchief. — Come, thick night 1 And pall thee in the dunneft fmoak of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the daik, To cry, hold, hold ! Enter Macbeth. Great Glames ! worthy Cawdar ! [Embracing tim, Greater than... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1768 - 360 стор.
...nature's mifchief—Come, thick night! lAnd pall thee in the dunneft fmoke of hell, That my keen knife fee not the wound it makes ; Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold! Enter Macbeth. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter! Thy letters have tranfported me beyond... | |
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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! 
