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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 Shakespear: King Henry IV, pt. I-II. King Henry V. King Henry ... - الصفحة 145
بواسطة William Shakespeare - 1768
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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
...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...

The Second Part of King Henry the Fourth

Richard Valpy - 1801 - عدد الصفحات: 114
...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...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...

“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...

The Speaker Or Miscellaneous Pieces Selected from the Best English Writers ...

William Enfield - 1804 - عدد الصفحات: 418
...many thousands of my poorest subject* 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 I "Why rather , Sleep , lay'st thou in smoaky cribs ? Upon uneasy...

A COMPENDIOUS VIEW OF UNIVERSAL HISTORY, FROM THE YEAR 1755 TO THE TREATY OF ...

CHARLES MAYO, L.L.B. - 1804 - عدد الصفحات: 582
...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 dpwn, and steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, upon uneasy...

The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the ..., المجلد 5

William Shakespeare - 1805 - عدد الصفحات: 488
...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 Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the ..., المجلد 5

William Shakespeare - 1805 - عدد الصفحات: 480
...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...




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