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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... "
Elements of Criticism.. - الصفحة 144
بواسطة Lord Henry Home Kames - 1772
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...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 eye-lids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, المجلد 4

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...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...

Treatise on the Influence of Climate on the Human Species: And on the ...

Nicholas C. Pitta - 1812 - عدد الصفحات: 294
...mourn the loss of it ; and well may we exclaim with the poet— 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 f The dense and impure smoke which arises from the different lights...

The Reader: Containing I. The Art of Delivery ... a Selection of Lessons in ...

Abner Alden - 1814 - عدد الصفحات: 222
...many thousands of my poorest subjects Ate 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 forgetfulncss ? Why rather, Sleep, liesi thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...

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New Church gen. confer - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 618
...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...

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

William Scott - 1814 - عدد الصفحات: 424
...many thousands of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! O gentle sleep 1 Nature's soft nurse ! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelid's dowri. And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,...

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Louis-Pierre Siret - 1815 - عدد الصفحات: 198
...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, المجلد 2

Lord Henry Home Kames - 1816 - عدد الصفحات: 452
...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...

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

Richard Lobb - 1817 - عدد الصفحات: 430
...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...

Elements of criticism [by H. Home].

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...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...




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