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" O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness... "
The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected ... - Sivu 222
tekijä(t) William Shakespeare - 1740
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The Intellectual repository for the New Church. (July/Sept. 1817 ...

New Church gen. confer - 1875 - 618 sivua
...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! 0 sleep, 0 gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee. That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness ! Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs Upon uneasy pallets...

Élémens de la langue anglaise: ou Méthode pratique pour apprendre facilement ...

Louis-Pierre Siret - 1815 - 198 sivua
...of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! О sleep , О gentle sleep , Nature's soft nurse , how have I frighted thee , That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down , And steep my senses in forgetralness ! Why rather , sleep , ly'st thou in smoky cribs , • i - j и Upon...

Elements of Criticism, Nide 2

Lord Henry Home Kames - 1816 - 452 sivua
...many thousands of ray poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, ly'st thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

Lessons in Elocution: Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse, for the ...

William Scott - 1817 - 416 sivua
...many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O gentle sleep ! Nature's soft nurse ! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoaky cribs, Upon uneasy paltets...

Elements of criticism [by H. Home].

Henry Home (lord Kames.), Lord Henry Home Kames - 1817 - 532 sivua
...many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

The Contemplative Philosopher: Or, Short Essays on the Various ..., Nide 1

Richard Lobb - 1817 - 430 sivua
...many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, Sleep, ly'st thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

The Plays of Shakspeare, Nide 1

William Shakespeare - 1819 - 560 sivua
...thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

The Works: With Memoirs of His Life and Writings by Robert Anderson, Nide 2

John Moore - 1820 - 476 sivua
...Address to Sleep into the mouth of this monarch.— O Sleep ! O gentle Sleep ! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribj, Upon uneasy pallets...

Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the ...

William Scott - 1820 - 422 sivua
...many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O gentle sleep ! Nature's soft nurse \ how have I frighted thee, ^' That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in fdrgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs. Upon un.ea.sy pallet's...

Lessons in Elocution: Or, A Selection of Pieces, in Prose and Verse, for the ...

William Scott - 1819 - 366 sivua
...thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O gentle sleep ! Nature's soft nurse ! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rathe'r, Sleep, liest thoii in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...




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