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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, 50 Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold! "
The Tin Trumpet: Or, Heads and Tails for the Wise and Waggish - Page 160
by Horace Smith - 1869 - 262 pages
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The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, Volume 3

William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 pages
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pnll thee in the dünnest x + d > C #㍈ ̷ ޟ@ <p n] vs \; |P( w t h %P73P $ D blanket11 of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold I — Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor ! Greater...
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Temple Bar, Volume 39

George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates - English periodicals - 1873 - 586 pages
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Coma, thick night, And pall thee in the dimmest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, And Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry, Hold, Hold !" It is magnificent, and it is...
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Temple Bar, Volume 39

1873 - 618 pages
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dimmest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, And Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry, Hold, Hold!" It is magnificent, and it is true,...
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Shakespeare's Macbeth, with the chapters of Hollinshed's 'Historie of ...

William Shakespeare - 1862 - 120 pages
...you murthering ministers, 325 Wherever in your sightless suhstances You wait on nature's mischief I Come, thick Night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the hlanket of the dark, 330 To cry, " Hold, hold I " • Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor !...
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Shakespeare's Macbeth, with the chapters of Hollinshed's 'Historie of ...

William Shakespeare - 1862 - 120 pages
...murthering ministers, 325 Wherever in your sightless suhstanees You wait on nature's misehief! Come, thiek Night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell!...not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the hlanket of the dark, 330 To ery, " Hold, hold! " • Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor !...
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Hearths & watch-fires, Volume 3; Volume 143

George Hatton Colomb - 1862 - 392 pages
...designs are, however, sometimes defeated by the very cunning which promises success. CHAPTER XXXI. " Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes.'1 SHAKESPEARE. ROSE had disappeared but a short time from the Raven's Nest, when the door, in...
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The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 3

William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 pages
...sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And poll thce in the dünnest blanket1" of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold ! — Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis, worthy Cawdor ! Greater...
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On Shakespeare's Knowledge and Use of the Bible

Charles Wordsworth - Bible - 1864 - 392 pages
...the murder of King Duncan, thus soliloquises : — Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dullest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep thro' the blanket of the dark, To cry, bold, bold. Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 5. I may also mention — what...
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Charles I: A Dramatic Poem : Containing Also General Remarks on Some of the ...

Issan Chunder Benerjeea - 1865 - 192 pages
...gall, you murdering [minister, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! come thick [night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...! That my keen knife see not the wound it makes.. Again the same Act she says L. Macbeth. 1 have given suck ; and know How tender 'tis to love the babe...
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Trageies

William Shakespeare - English drama - 1866 - 614 pages
...murd'ring himself is hoarse, Wherever, in your sightless substances, You wait on Nature's mischief! Come, thick Night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...wound it makes; Nor Heaven peep through the blanket 9 of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold!— ministers, Enter MACBETH. Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Greater...
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