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...nature's mischief. Come, thick night t And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen kuife see not the wound it makes, Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, hold, hold !"— When she first hears that " Duncan comes there to sleep" she is so overcome by the news, which...

...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, Hold, Hold! Great Glamis ! worthy Cawdor ! Enter...

...substances . You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dünnest 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! — Great Glamis! worthy Cawdor !...

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...pall thee in the dunnest smoke of bell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes ; Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, ' To cry, Hold...In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry, that force which calls new powers into being, which embodies sentiment, and animates matter ; 'yet...

...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...In this passage is exerted all the force of poetry, that force which calls new powers into being, which embodies sentiment, and animates matter; yet perhaps...

...emotions into a wish natural to a murderer : — 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 darkv To cry, Hold! hold! In this passage is exerted all the...