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 | Orson Welles - 2001 - 297 sivua
...this hour asleep! 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...smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the... | |
 | Linda Woodbridge - 2001 - 338 sivua
...respected. (2:39-4o) In a similar vein, a sleepless Henry IV comes close to saying "power is not worth it": Why, rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state? (2^4 3.1.9-13) New... | |
 | Thomas Leech - 2001 - 313 sivua
...this hour asleep! 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? . . . Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. King Henry, Henry IV, Part 2. 3, 1 Even kings and CEOs... | |
 | G. Wilson Knight - 2002 - 324 sivua
...Richard III and Richard II, with strength and weakness, determination and repentance, intermingling: Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon...Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody? O thou dull god, why liest thou with the vile In loathsome beds, and leav'st... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1280 sivua
...hour asleep! — О sleep, О gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou rporated husht with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the... | |
 | John O. Whitney, Tina Packer - 2002 - 320 sivua
...this hour asleep! 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...forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs . . . Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state . . . O thou dull... | |
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How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep! 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? 
