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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 67
بواسطة Lord Henry Home Kames - 1762
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The plays of William Shakspeare, accurately pr. from the text of mr ...

William Shakespeare - 1797 - عدد الصفحات: 694
...many thoufand of my pooreft fubjecls Are at this hour afleep ! — Sleep, gentle fleep, Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more...And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, fleep, Heft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallets ftretching thee, And hufh'd with buzzing night-flies...

The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory ..., المجلد 7

William Shakespeare - 1798 - عدد الصفحات: 452
...of my pooreft fubjetfs Are at this hour afleep ! — O fleep, O gentle fleep.' Nature's foft mirfe, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eye-lids do\vn: And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, fleep, ly'ft thou in fmoky cribs, tlpon uneafy...

The Plays of William Shakspeare. ....

William Shakespeare - 1800 - عدد الصفحات: 372
...many thouftnd of my poorefl fubjefts Are at this hour afieep ! — Sleep, gentle deep, Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids dowu, And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, fleep, lieft thou in fmoky cribs , Upon uneafy...

Solitude. Or the Effect of Occasional Retirement on the Mind, the ..., المجلد 1

Johann Georg Zimmermann - 1800 - عدد الصفحات: 410
...of my pooreft fubjects " Are at this hour afleep !— O, Sleep, O, gentle SJ,eep ! " Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, " That thou no more wilt weigh my eyslids down, " And fteep my fcnfcs iil forgetfulnefs ? " Why rather, Sleep, ly'ft thou in fmqajpy...

The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth

Richard Valpy - 1801 - عدد الصفحات: 114
...many thoufand of my pooreft fub~ jedts "; Are at this hour afleep !— O gentle fleep, Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more...fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ?— Why rather, fleep, lieft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallets ftretching thee, And hufh'd with buzzing night-flies...

The Christian guardian (and Church of England magazine).

1851 - عدد الصفحات: 592
...thousands 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 Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Warton, B. D.: Fellow of Trinity ...

Thomas Warton - 1802 - عدد الصفحات: 380
...canopy To kings, that fear their fubjecV treachery ? O yes, it doth. See alfo in Henry IV. Part II. Why rather, Sleep, ly'ft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallets ftretching thee, And hufh'd with buzzing night-flies to thy flumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under...

Poetical Works...: To which are Now Added Inscriptionum Romanarum ..., المجلد 1

Thomas Warton - 1802 - عدد الصفحات: 332
...embroider'd-cw/c^y . To kings, that fear their fubjecV treachery? O yes, it doth. See alfo in Hairy IV. Part II. Why rather, Sleep, ly'ft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallets ftretching thee, And hufh'd with buzzing night-flies to thy flumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under...

“A” View of Society and Manners in Italy: With Anecdotes Relating ..., المجلد 2

John Harwood Moore - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 506
...this monarch : , . - - O Sleep ! O gentle Sleep ! Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And...fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, Sleep, lieft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallats ftretching thee, And hufli'd with bufy night-ffies to...

The Plays of William Shakespeare, المجلد 4

William Shakespeare - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 632
...thousand of my poorest subjects Arc 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...




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