...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 knife see not the wound it makes," Ac. This is the language of one who feels that to think or to pause...

...a few leaves. Lady Macbeth says : — " ' Come thick night " I correct the whole as follows : — " Come thick night And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell ! That Heaven see not the wound my keen knife males Deep through thy dark, nor blench at it to cry, ' Hold,...

...purpose of stabbing his king, he breaks out amidst his emotions into a wish natural to a murderer — ' Come thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That nis keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry,...

...murdering ministers,) Wherever — (in your sightless substances) — You u>oi<— on nature's mischief 1 Come, — thick night, — And' pall thee— in the dunnest smoke— of hell, Th't my keen knife — see not — the wound it makes; Nor heaven — peep through the blanket —...

...invocation is destroyed by the insertion of an epithet now seldom heard but in the stable: — " " Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell." It was a notion of the great critic and lexicographer, with which his mind was long haunted, that the...

...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, That jg£,keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry...

...duantachd, poetry; duan-mor, an epic poem, literally a great poem. DUN. — Of a dark or brownish colour. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell. SHAKSPEABE. From the Saxon dun, a colour partaking of brown and black. — JOHNSON. Originally written...

...you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances •' You wait on nature's mischief ! Come, thick night ! \ And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, 1 That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heav'n peep through the blanket of the dark, To...

...gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, .4 That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, 50 Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,...

...the night's dead silence Will well become such sweet complaining grievance. — TwoG.ofV., iii. 2. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell. — Macb., i. 5. " Dunnest " has been stigmatised asamean epithet ; to our thinking it is full of poetic...