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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 Art of English Poetry Containing: Rules for making verses. A collection ... - الصفحة 389
بواسطة Edward Bysshe - 1710 - عدد الصفحات: 554
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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 wilt weigh my eyelids down, And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, fleep, Heft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallets ftretching...

Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, المجلد 3

William Shakespeare - 1797 - عدد الصفحات: 592
...many thoufand of my pooreft fubjects Are at this hour afleep ! — Sleep, gentle fleep, Nature's foft nurfe, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ? Why rather, fleep, lieft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallets ftretching...

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 wilt weigh my eyelids down, And fteep my fenfes in forgetfulnefs ?— Why rather, fleep, lieft thou in fmoky cribs, Upon uneafy pallets ftretching...

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 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...

“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...

King Henry the Fourth: A Historical Play, الأجزاء 1-2

William Shakespeare - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 154
...poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have 1 frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forget fulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets...




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