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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! "
The North British Review - Page 44
1869
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The Rambler [by S. Johnson and others]., Volume 7

1752 - 204 pages
...confirming himfelf in his horrid purpofe, he breaks, in the violence of his c» motions, into a wifh natural to 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...
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Macbeth, from the text of S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised

William Shakespeare - 1784 - 116 pages
...you nrnrd'ring ministers, iVherever in your sightless substances 370 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 ; Tor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark*, To cry,...
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The Works of Samuel Johnson, LL. D.: The Rambler

Samuel Johnson, John Hawkins - 1787 - 422 pages
...in the horrid purpofe of ftabbing his king, he breaks out M amidft amidft his emotions into a wifh natural to 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...
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The Works of Samuel Johnson.LL.D..: The rambler

Samuel Johnson - 1792 - 444 pages
...confirming himfelf in the horrid purpofe of ftabbing his king, he breaks out amidft his emotions into a wifh natural to 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...
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The British essayists; with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Volume 22

British essayists - 1802 - 266 pages
...Yulgar mouths, and can be no longer heard without the involuntary recollection of unpleasing images. When Macbeth is confirming himself in the horrid purpose...out; amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a mur« derer: —-i—Come, thick night! And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife...
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Select British Classics, Volume 8

1803 - 268 pages
...vulgar mouths, and can be no longer heard without the involuntary recollection of unpleasing images. When Macbeth is confirming himself in the horrid purpose...natural to a murderer : -Come, thick night ! And pall theejii the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes; Nor Heav'n peep through...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 3

William Shakespeare - 1803 - 558 pages
...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 see not the wound it makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry,...
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The British essayists; with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Volume 42

British essayists - 1803 - 300 pages
...gall, you murth'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 ! Terrible invocation ! Tragedy can speak no stronger language, nor could any genius less than Shakspeare's...
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Notes Upon Some of the Obscure Passages in Shakespeare's Plays: With Remarks ...

John Howe Baron Chedworth - 1805 - 392 pages
...substances You wait on nature's mischief! Dr., Johnson's is the true explanation. P. 496.— 298.— 377. 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,...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 6

William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 pages
...gall, you murd'ring ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief's ! 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,...
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