...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall3 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That my keen knife...makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,4 To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the...

...stabbing at the liberties and happiness of mankind, they would rather cry out, with Macbeth, — ' Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor Heuven peep through the blanket of the dark^ To cry hold ! hold !" LANDSCAPE GARDENING— Artificial...

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...peace between The effect, and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring H, 1 ! Great Glamis ! wurthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail hereafter ! Thy...

...composed of heroes and heroines, not men and women. The lines objected to, as " poetry debased," are — " Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold !" The learned lexicographer first finds fault with the word dun, because it is a " low" expression,...

...composed of heroes and heroines, not men and women. The lines objected to, as " poetry debased," are — " Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven pfiep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold !" The learned lexicographer first finds...

...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...makes; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, 4 To cry, Hold, hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the all-hail...

...Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night, And pall3 thee in the dunnest smoke of hell! That my keen knife...makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,4 To cry, Hold, hold ! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter MACBETH. Greater than both, by the...

...in its nature; and, accordingly, we find Shakspeare thus expressing his sublime conceptions :— ' Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke...through the blanket of the dark To cry, hold, hold.' MACBETH. Sir Walter Scott, also, the modern master of the strongest and most understood facts and feelings...

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