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I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?
How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not read more
How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain
Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams.
His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve
In soft repose; on him the balmy dews
Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.
Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons. It is to grow in the open air read more
Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons. It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful read more
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark.
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is read more
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.
Many things--such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly--are done worst when we try hardest to do them.
Many things--such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly--are done worst when we try hardest to do them.
Now, blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep!
it covers a man all over, thoughts and read more
Now, blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep!
it covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak; it is
meat for the hungry, drink for the thirsty, heat for the cold,
and cold for the hot. It is the current coin that purchases all
the pleasures of the world cheap; and the balance that sets the
king and the shepherd, the fool and the wise man, even. There is
only one thing, which somebody once put into my head, that I
dislike in sleep; it is, that it resembles death; there is very
little difference between a man in his first sleep, and a man in
his last sleep.
Sleep is a death, O make me try,
By sleeping, what it is to die:
And as read more
Sleep is a death, O make me try,
By sleeping, what it is to die:
And as gently lay my head
On my grave, as now my bed.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born;
Relive my languish, read more
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother to Death, in silent darkness born;
Relive my languish, and restore the light.